The Cave Horse (part 2) – THE LEGEND OF THE GREAT HORSE trilogy

“A horse got me into this…”

The first thing would be to halter the horse, but Meagan had nothing to use for restraint. “I am not letting you get away,” she whispered to the mare. “I’d never catch you again.” She was positioned on the horse’s right side, of course—the wrong side to mount. Meagan’s next move was bound to be unwelcome.

Mounting in deep water is an old riding trick, or so Meagan had read. The idea sounded logical and, if nothing else, water was a softer landing than dirt. She took a breath, hitched up her nightgown and gently closed her hands around the horse’s knotted mane.

The first broodmare waded out of the water with a snort. This was the signal to depart and each horse ducked its head for a last drink. The little gray horse started back to shore, but before the animal could swing away Meagan pulled herself up and threw her leg over. She clasped her feet around the little horse’s belly and waited for the explosion.

It came quickly.