Promises of Home
“TREY SCOLDED ME. “YOU always, always get on a horse from the left, not the right!” He yanked the reins out of my hand and patted the horse’s side.
“Well, excuuuse me,” I retorted. “I was on the left.”
“Not your left. The horse’s left.” Trey took me by the shoulder and led me around to the proper side.
“You didn’t say that,” I said indignantly.
Trey pushed back his black cowboy hat and shook his head in smiling resignation. He was fourteen, but he already looked sixteen, filling out and growing ...more quickly than I had. I still looked like a scrawny little kid next to him.
“I swear, Jordy, you are the most impatient person I’ve ever met. Now, let me tell you what to do, and wait until I’m done”—here he fixed me with a steely gaze—“so’s you don’t rush off and kill your fool self.”
I nodded. He went through the steps again: placing the reins over the horse’s neck and grasping them in his left hand, putting his left shoulder against the horse, facing its tail, and gauging his weight against the horse’s brown shoulder.MoreLess
“Well, excuuuse me,” I retorted. “I was on the left.”
“Not your left. The horse’s left.” Trey took me by the shoulder and led me around to the proper side.
“You didn’t say that,” I said indignantly.
Trey pushed back his black cowboy hat and shook his head in smiling resignation. He was fourteen, but he already looked sixteen, filling out and growing ...more quickly than I had. I still looked like a scrawny little kid next to him.
“I swear, Jordy, you are the most impatient person I’ve ever met. Now, let me tell you what to do, and wait until I’m done”—here he fixed me with a steely gaze—“so’s you don’t rush off and kill your fool self.”
I nodded. He went through the steps again: placing the reins over the horse’s neck and grasping them in his left hand, putting his left shoulder against the horse, facing its tail, and gauging his weight against the horse’s brown shoulder.MoreLess
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