Around the mountain and down the dirt road, there's a black stud horse. This horse is around seventeen hands high. If "hands high" means nothing to you -imagine a person of five feet tall could walk under the horse and not bend over-if the horse would allow it. He's makes Black Beauty look like a pony.
Lauren and some friends went to look at the horse and it just so happened that the man that owns him, "Hot Rod", was there. Lauren asked Hot Rod if she could ride him. Hot Rod replied that he reckoned that it been at least five years since he'd been saddled and even then he wasn't too gentle. A little spirited maybe (like Lauren). But she could ride if she wanted to try it-it might be a little bit of a rodeo.
Lauren replied that it was a great day for a rodeo and proceded to saddle the horse up. She kept talking to him and whispered something in his ear before she slipped the briddle on. Then, she climbed on-and the boys just smiled-sitting on a horse is one thing, but riding and making him mind is another story altogether. Lauren is a very tiny rider and this horse is a little bit more than above average in size, but she rode him like it was something that happened everyday. Rodeo indeed. Cowgirl up, Baby.
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