Wranglers

Wranglers
My mom has a friend and her name is Mary Byrd. She is about 5 ½ feet tall, she has dark brown hair, and her hair is short and really curly. On the 16 of June, I, my mom, and Mary went to Wranglers. Wranglers is a really big campsite by Kentucky Lake. It is a place where people can ride their horses on trails that were made for horses to walk on. Before we went, Mary picked up her horse Son, and my horse Bill. Son was half Quarter Horse and half Racking Horse, he was about 15.2 hands tall, and a chestnut color), and Bill he was a Quarter Horse, about 14.2 hands tall, and was the same color that Son is. I went with Mary because I wanted to spend some time with her while my mom was at work. We both went to her house and she waited for her husband Jay Byrd to get home so she can put the three horses in their four horse trailer with living quarters. The other horse that we brought was Buck, a Saddle Horse. He is a dark Chestnut horse, but looks like he is a brown, with light brown spots that weren’t really noticeable, and he is about 15.2 hands tall. It took at least 10 minutes to get Bill in the trailer. Then we went to Wranglers, we unloaded the horses and put them in their stalls. The next day, we saddled up the horses and took them on a trail for about 5 hours. The worse part that started to make me dislike Mary so much was that Mary did not even try to start a conversation with me, she only talked to me and it made me feel left out and that they did not care that I was there not talking. That night, I told my mom what was hurting my feelings, but the horse that I rode Buck made me start to feel better. When I told my mom what was wrong with me, she said that she was really sorry and I thought that she was going to tell Mary what is wrong with me but she didn't. The last day that we were going to be riding, when we went to another trail, but that day was the same except a little worse because they only waited for me and only basically said one sentence to me and that was making me hurt the insides of me so I started to cry. After riding for about an hour and thirty minutes it started to rain and we were getting soaked. It rained for about 45 minutes while we were on the trail and then we went to camp and stayed there until 4:30. That was the worse part because it made me feel like I wasn't important to them. The rain kept on raining at the camp so Mary and my mom put their chairs under the trailer and sat there until Jay got there. When I had to put Son up somewhere, I went to the trailer and sat on her bed and read a magazine called Perfect Horse and was reading about the disease called Strangles that horses can get and the symptoms and what to do, but my mom said that she was ready to go home and I didn’t want to because I still wanted to ride horses. When I realized that Son wasn’t going to come home, I started to cry because I was going to miss him. I wasn’t used to having him not here with me and not used to not feeding him. Finally I was able to feed him and be with him because after a week of being at Mary’s house, he finally came home and I was so happy about it. By: Stephanie Lee