Meeting My Horse
I had been on a walk when I had first met Boston. I had been strolling through the quiet woods behind my father's breeding and shoe barn when I had heard the shrill, almost scared sounding whinnies of a horse. I ran off, thinking it may have been one of the horses from the barn that had merely escaped into the forest, and was now wanting to return home, but when I found it and layed my eyes on him, I knew he wasn't from our barn. Mud covered his paint legs and belly, and their was fear in his eyes. He had various scratches and wounds on him, and due to that I had a vague idea of where he came from. "You are from Mr. Jones' farm, aren't you?" I muttered, half to myself, half to the strange, beautiful stallion in front of me.
This horse needed attention as soon as possible, and I needed to get it to the farm for that to happen. Praying that it wouldnt run off anywhere, I raced back home and grabbed the first halter I saw, my sky blue rope halter. Racing back into the forest, I saw him once more, fear still rooted deep in his eyes. "Hey buddy," I called softly to him, hoping he would trust me enough to get him home, "I wont hurt you." Obviously he didnt believe me, he shook his head and reared as I stepped forward, leaves crinkling under my foot. "Shhh, its okay." I said, continuing to make my way towards him. I managed to place one hand on his shoulder before he blew out of his nose and pranced away from my touch. Realizing I would have to work quickly, I quietly approached him again and put the sky blue rope around his neck. He was thoroughly unimpressed with that. He let out another terrified whinny, but this time I didnt hesitate approaching him again. I placed a hand on his neck, and despite his fussyness and head-tossing, I was able to slip the halter on and do it up tightly.
"Okay mister, lets get you checked out," I said to him, looking up and down his body. As he walked, I could see him almost limp. That meant he may be lame, or have a more severe injury. I just prayed that nothing was too severe to be fixed. This horse I could see had potential, and I was in need of a show horse. With a lot of time and effort, I was sure me and this horse could become both champions and best friends. That was, if I could get him to the barn.
