. . . I had hold of Laurie's bridle, and she was stepping sideways, dragging me around.
"Will she run?" Though I tried to ask this as if a running horse were my preference, August saw it for the chickeny question that it was.
"Let's just walk 'em down the pasture. She'll behave. . . "
Laurie champed and shook her head. She wanted to run, she was shivering with it, and abruptly, I understood that I was scared of horses. My hands cramped on the reins. How had I not comprehended this before? Why, I could barely see the ground!
From Peace Like a River
Doesn't it make you feel like you're there with Reuben and August?