Owen followed behind Clay. The horse was tall and looked fast but was one that he had had a hard time moving around. "He is pretty but skittish.. Think he is the one that tried to nip me last time I was cleaning his stall out." He stayed well back from what he figured was the horses reach.
(I have had my fair share of bumps and bruises, dog bites, cat bites .. Almost a rat bite but I can't say I have had my hand pinned between a horse and a fence. The wort I can think of was when I was unjamming a log segment from a wood splitter.. got it off the blade but it snapped shut on my had. The shock of it was far worse than the dammage. The splitter was off off before my hand went in. It was just the log did not want to be open at all. There was the time when we found a wild bee hive in one of the full sized logs .. with the chainsaw. I never ran back into the house so fast! Not sure if it had more to do with the angry bees or my father running toward the housr as well with the chainsaw still running and a swarm of bees over him. .. Ah memories.
Feel better Snow)


