October Story Contest
I suppose I should start out by telling you who Dezzie is. Dezzie is a beautiful 5-year-old Arabian mare. And she’s all mine! I got her last year as a gift from my uncle. Dezzie is very spirited (probably to much), she is a beautiful buckskin color, and she is 16.0 hands high! Very tall, very beautiful, and very spirited.
We’ve been through a lot together. When my sister was killed in a car accident, Dezzie helped me get through it. I have fallen off of her countless times! I’ve had more bruises than I care to count! And it wasn’t always her fault! It was mine to. Many, many times I was just as much as fault as she was.
Anyway, the story I want to tell you about is one that happened just two weeks ago.
It was the middle of January. It was so cold that my stirrups cracked whenever I moved them from the ice. It was so cold, but I hadn’t ridden Dezzie in over two months because of the rain and snow. We were both going crazy. All we wanted to do is run, run our hearts out, run like we’ve never run before. So despite the frigid January cold, I saddled up Dezzie anyway.
As soon as I tied her to saddle her up, she started dancing in place, and snorting and breathing harder than I’d ever seen her. It was cute. All my girl wanted to do was run, and I didn’t mind that at all. I warmed the bit in my hands then put the bit up to her teeth and slid it in. She was literally chomping at the bit. I untied her and we trotted off onto the trail.
We had been riding for about an hour. Dezzie and me have a special place where we like to run. It’s an old abandoned dirt road that goes on for at least four or five miles. It’s straight, the dirt is ever so soft, there are no rocks, and there are beautiful trees and streams all around you! But to get to that amazing place, we have to wind through a steep mountain path for a while. I tried to hold Dezzie back but she just wanted to run. I tried so hard to keep her at a walk, she just didn’t want to.
I managed to keep her somewhat quite but as soon as we got to the flat, long road, there was no stopping her; she just took off like a golden bullet. I was not expecting it at all. I lost both my stirrups at one time, and then she started bucking (a happy bucking though), I couldn’t hang on, I tried so hard, but I had never seen Dezzie run that fast in my life. I started sliding and couldn’t hang on. My foot hit the ground first, and then my face, and then everything went black. The last thing I remember seeing is Dezzie, with that beautiful Arabian tail up in the air.
When I opened my eyes, there where to big nostrils over my face. I giggled a little and tried to sit up. The whole world spun around me, and I got my bearings. I tried to move my leg and red-hot pain shot my leg. I knew I had broken it. My face hurt pretty badly to. I looked at Dezzie and she let out a pathetic neigh, and laid down on the ground right next to me! She was so cute. I grabbed some of her mane, and she stood up and pulled me up to.
I walked next to her, all the home down that winding, steep, scary trail, with my arm over her withers and hopping next to her. She walked so slowly, and if I had to stop, she stopped to and waited until I was ready. All the way home she did that. When I got home I called the ambulance, and the rest you can probably guess.
So here I am now. Sitting in my chair next to the fire with a cup of apple cider writing this story down for you to read. It’ll be a few weeks before my leg will heal, but you know what I’m gonna do the second I get this cast off? I’m going back to the road and riding it at a full gallop with Dezzie. She probably saved my life.The End
Writer’s note: I just would like you to know that this is not something that really happened to me. It is a fictional story based very loosely on something that happened to me once.