"Well behaved women
 seldom make history."
Laurel Thatcher Ulrich

The Legend Of Midnight Star

By Bandanna Redd

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2003 rang out on an unusually pleasant day.  The weather gave anyone left with task undone for the year's end one last chance to catch up.  Me, I didn't waste the countdown of the year doing busywork, or shopping at the mall.  Like any true horse lover, I ended up in the barn.  The evening winded down leaving me to bid the last of the year's greeting with the last of fellow  stragglers in the sand deep arena.  Figuring this would surely be the last chance of the year to have the arena, why not kick it up.  The Horse, I mean...I wasn't alone, by one rider...she too was looking to do rings around the end of the year. 

Gotta lover 'er...with no warning at all, she became a shooting star.  I guess things happen for a reason.  I was left in the barn arena I'm sure, to witness the thud in the river sand circle.  It was a solid crash.  If course, I called out to hear a reply to confirm consciousness.  No bones about, I cracked a few when I indeed realized the only thing hurt was her pride.  I have the gal an 8.5 on her 8 second ride.  In rare form, she got back on the horse's back.  I wonder who was the first to proclaim that old adage, "You gotta get back in the saddle."  Apparently they had been bucked on their head, too.  Crazier still, here I was repeating it.  Even crazier still, the spur-heeled Buckarina was back -in-the-saddle-again, laughing hysterically, and wearing mud for rouge.  We giggled so loud, every horse in the barn stuck their heads out of their stall doors to puzzle the ruckus. 

It's just Chicks ring'n out the year...in rearing style. 

more bounce to the ounce,

Bandanna Redd