“You’re gonna be fine,” Brad assured me. He’d come out to the barn to saddle Snazzy for me as I was not sure I could swing the fifty-pound western saddle up without some repercussions to my neck injury. I admired the muscular ease with which he managed to lift the heavy saddle into place. Snazzy had been ridden regularly over the past six months, so I wasn’t worried that he’d be rank and give me a rough ride. I was more worried that when I got on him and started to ride, I would realize it hurt too much. I wasn’t ready to give up my life as a cowboy.
“Okay, just walk for a while and see if you feel all right.”
I took a deep breath, swung my leg over Snazzy’s back and settled into the saddle. Brad smiled.
It felt wonderful just sitting there after all this time. I cued the walk and Snaz dropped his head and ambled off like an obedient western pleasure pony. It felt so fuckin’ good to be on his back once more. I almost cried. After twice around the arena, I took a deep breath.