Working in
the kitchen at the guest ranch I didn’t get too many opportunities to ride or
learn to be the cowgirl I dreamed about.
I had already discovered that I was not a natural and was actually somewhat
afraid of the powerful beasts now that I had met them up close and
personal. I was determined to overcome
my fear so when they asked for volunteers in an emergency situation I stepped
up.
The heavy
rains the night before had threatened to flood the riding trails due to a
beaver dam blocking the creek. A few of
the wranglers had gone out early to dynamite the dam when someone realized one
of the pastures near there had not been cleared of horses. The less experienced staff got a two minute
class on how to lead a horse quickly and safely without getting stepped
on. The few wranglers there were
catching the horses and putting bridles on them. All we had to do was lead them back in.
I reached a
wrangler and he handed me the lead. After
having only gone a short way another wrangler came up asked if I thought I
could handle two at a time. I didn’t
have time to answer before he put the lead in my hand and ran off to get
another horse. Being sandwiched between them
was pushing me toward panic so I kept my arms out as far as I could to avoid
being crushed.
As I
approached the barn I notice some wranglers who seemed to be arguing and
pointing in my direction. One of them held
his hand up as though I should stop but before I could, the cowboy next to him
slapped his hand down and gestured for me to keep coming. After a got a little closer he ran out
grabbed one of the horses and swung it out and away from the barn, while I led
the other one in.
My pride at
helping to rescue them from danger was soon replaced with horrified relief when
they explained that the two horses I was leading were bitter rivals. The
potential for a truly life threatening confrontation was pretty high but the
wrangler that handed me the second horse was new and did not recognize the first
one. The argument I had seen was about if the odds
of a fight would be better or worse if I stopped and waited for someone to come
to my aid. The final consensus was, if
it ain’t broke don’t fix it. Cowboy
wisdom or wishful thinking, I didn’t want to know.