Post by themusical on Apr 9, 2009 18:38:18 GMT -7
Meredith pulled herself into the saddle on Wilson's back and patted his neck as she put her right foot into the stirrup. She squeezed his sides gently, asking him to walk. Boy, we've come a long way, she thought, remembering the days when she would have to ask him to stand still after she mounted, and when she couldn't trust him on a trail. She steered him toward one of the many trails on the property, wondering if she would meet anyone on the way.