Since my Muse has ADHD, I normally don’t lack for ideas and when I do, something tends to pop up that gives me a shove in the right direction.
I’m an Oklahoma girl, bred, born, and raised. I remember hanging out in my front yard hoping one of the big kids would come down the street riding their horse and I could beg a ride. I was thrown when I was four, crushing every bone in my right wrist. I still have trouble with it today.
When I was 13, a couple of weeks after my grandfather died, my dad took me to a horse ranch. The breeder owed the estate money and they’d worked out a deal whereby I could pick out my first horse. I did–a stripe-backed dun with a sorrel mane and tail and a white blaze. I named him Lucky-A-Go-Go. My dad sold him when I went off to college. My sophomore year, I bought a gray horse named Traveler and I learned English, jumping, dressage, and eventing. I sold him when I moved home. Both went to little girls who loved all things horse.
I bought ten acres of land just outside of my hometown. I built a house and a barn and my dad and I started breeding Quarter horses. I had a riding horse, too, named Saddle Tramp. He was also a dappled gray. We had Fancy, and Priss, and their colts. I showed them in horse shows. Did some rodeoing. I attempted to ride a reining horse. It’s sort of like dressage but…western. It’s hard with a saddle and bridle. But to do it like this young woman? And for the reasons she did? Yeah. That sniffle you heard was me and I’m blaming any typos on the tears. But she’s so gonna be a heroine in one of my For the Love of a Cowgirl books. That’s a promise!