Thursday, January 6, 2011

Reuben and the horse

. . . 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?

1 comment:

  1. It does indeed! I think we could post Peace Like a River in its entirety on this blog.