The First Encounter
My Sunday ride with Rony started off like any other, we left before dawn heading for the rise that looked out over the valley in the Rocky’s that Ironwood was nestled in, so that the two of us could watch as the sun rose between the peaks, the lake reflecting the beautiful colours of the sky. I sat in the same saddle I had been sitting in since I was 7, Rony moving through the mountain trails without fault, with this ride being part of his routine for the past 11 years; he knew every twist and turn, peak and valley, rabbit warren and stone. The trail narrowed near the rise, the trees growing closer together, making it rather impossible to see what lay beyond on the rise, and because of that I relied heavily on Rony’s senses, and they never failed me, not even on this day.
Rony stopped short, his nostrils flaring and his ears shoved forward, as he let out a loud neigh, which sounded like a scream. The aggressiveness of Rony scared me quite a bit, but if it was mortal danger, he would have gone the other direction slowly; I knew this was more about his territory then danger. So I decided to urge him forward, not knowing what was on the other side but trusting my boy to keep me safe, and I, to this day, do not regret that decision.
Rony practically jumped out of the grove and onto the rise, the breath I didn’t realize I’d been holding suddenly exited my body, as I looked upon our “intruder”, a stunning, possibly, all white stallion. He had a stance similar to Rony’s, with a little bit of playfulness in his eyes. I felt the muscles in Rony’s hind legs start to tense and grabbed hold of the pummel, but before Rony could rear, the wild stallion jumped away playfully, almost like a dog, whinnying happily at him. Rony looked back at me confused, as if I had the answer, this horse was crazy, however by turning his body I learnt that he was not all white at all, but actually a white dun with splash markings, the blended almost seamlessly into the dun colouring itself.
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I watched as the sun rose over the peaks, Rony by my shoulder, and the wild stallion grazing somewhere behind me. I sat in awe as if this was my first time watching the sunrise like this, and as the sky reflected off the surface of the lake, the stallion approached me, as I sat unaware, he slowly moved closer. I felt him sniff my hair first, then attempt to eat it, which I quickly swatted at him for, the swatting scared him a little but he returned rather quickly. This time he nuzzled my back, then abruptly started to scratch his head on it, another thing I didn’t really enjoy, so I shooed him again. He wasted no time coming back to me again, this time however he mimicked something he obviously had seen Rony do earlier, after they had finished horsing around. The stallion, lay his head on my shoulder, and look out to the valley as I did, and instinctively I reached up with my hand and started stroking his cheek, then pulled him in hugging his neck.
The realization dawned on me as Rony and I parted ways with the White Stallion, I had just touched and hugged him, and he had let me do all of it. It was so surreal that I kept reliving the moment the entire ride home, which is why I never noticed that the wild little stallion, had been behind us the entire time. It was when I was opening the pasture gate that I finally saw him, waiting patiently for me to finish; playing it off I urged Rony in, and was about to turn him to close the gate when the little white blur flew past and toward the herd, whinnying excitedly. I decided then that if he was still there tomorrow, and not itchin’ to leave, I would give this wild pony a name.
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