We had decided that when we finally got moved to the Black
Hills our days would consist of lots of early morning rides with lunch on the
trail, and a nice nap when we got home.
I had not been riding much since my
hangman's break in my neck & my shattered elbow a few years ago, but we both believed that riding in
the Hills is much safer because there is no traffic other
than an occasional deer, and the horses are not too frisky after
hauling someone up and down some hills for awhile.
So anyway - right or wrong that was our plan.
Today would have been one of those days…I would have heard
the early morning sound of Bill making coffee and then heading out to get the
horses ready. I would have known that I
needed to hurry and pack some lunch, but Bill would take care of the rest. He always checked the tack on my horse after
I saddled the horse he still checked it over anyway, so we just got in the
habit of him doing it while I got myself and lunch ready.
Bill had been selling our horses for a long time but he held
two of them back to move west with us.
“Lightning” a very trustworthy sorrel gelding, and “Meaka”, his gray
mare. He and Meaka totally understood
each other – She was a bit ornery and he liked her.
After Bill was diagnosed, we had some days that were pretty
tough. One was when someone bought our
horse trailer that we had worked so hard on, and the other was when the horses
were sold. Bill did his usual thing and
found good homes for them – not sure if he made or lost money on those two, but
it really didn’t matter anymore.
I am still struggling with the “why” question. I am trying to figure out what good I need to
do here without him. I keep praying,
asking and waiting…
The other day while in Hobby Lobby, some woman walked up to
me and said “Say, you wouldn’t happen to have a husband waiting for you would
you?” I just smiled but, the answer is
of course – yes, I do.
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