Road Horse Chronicles — Horse and Rider

Me and Mocha ready to go on the roads

We’re gonna die, teenaged me thought, as the combine roared onto the blacktop side road in the summer dusk in front of me and Sparkle. She jerked her head high and cantered backwards three steps as I kicked my feet out of the stirrups and bailed out of the saddle before she could either run further or start bucking.

“Who — a — a,” I breathed, clutching the reins. The dark bay mare stopped…