Natural Attraction
Natural Attraction
C L Green
Published by C L Green
C
opyright 2013 C L Green
ISBN-10: 0987552406
ISBN-13:
978-0-9875524-0-2
Front cover image © Maria Itina/ 123RF
This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locals, or persons, living or dead is coincidental.
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*****
De
dication
This book is dedicated to the love of my life Damian.
The only person in this world that I truly trust.
T
hank you for believing in me, supporting me, and encouraging me to tip my life upside down to chase a dream.
*****
Table of Contents
Chapter Three
– Natural Horsemanship
Chapter Five
– Heimlich Maneuver
Chapter Six
– Horses and Hairspray
Chapter Nine
– One for the road
Chapter Ten
– No funny business
Chapter Eleven
– You had a wife
Chapter Fourteen
– Eject Maneuver
Chapter Fifteen
– You’re the boss
Chapter Sixteen
– I don’t want to go home
Jax
“Jesus Ash, just relax. You look like your gunna have an aneurism up there.” Jen calls from the side of my solid timber round yard where she stands watching me with concern.
“Shut up!” I snap at her. “I do not. I’m fine. If anything I’m just a
little
bit stressed that it's going to be yet another case of false advertising and so I’m taking it slow.”
Sure, ten minutes sitting stock-still in my saddle, clinging tightly to the reins of my bridle while I concentrate on Maverick’s every breath and twitch may be a bit excessive.
A woman can’t be too careful can she?
“Why don’t you try a little squeeze or a quiet cluck? Perhaps even take a step?
I’m bored to the point of doing something erratic just to see if this new horse of yours does anything more than stand there. Any chance you’ve got a loud cracky stockwhip in your tack shed, or am I going to have to improvise and drop a pebble in my Coke can and give it a good shake? He’s an Arabian; it should do the trick nicely.” Jen offers, chuckling with amusement at her own evil thoughts.
“No, I’m good. In fact I’ve decided we’ve both had enough for today. It’s hot, it’s windy, and we’ve made a great start in building our riding relationship
,” I mumble realizing how lame I sound. Blind Freddy can see I’m petrified that something is going to go wrong and no matter how long I sit here, I am never going to relax and enjoy myself.
I suppose I should say that I have fair reason for concern. Maverick is the fourth horse I have bought in the last two years. I have been on a quest to return to horse riding since buying my own property on five acres about three years ago. The first three horses all turned out to be disaster stories. These last two years have seen me constantly recovering from various injuries. I suffered these injuries when I was late to discover that each horse carried repressed emotions which meant they were
far
from being safe riding horses. They were not safe horses because they suited high-energy disciplines such as sprint racing or the rodeo circuit. There were not suited to general riding like I wanted to do.
I still can’t believe all the false advertising that I’ve come up against. ‘Bombproof, ridden by children, experienced in traffic, blah de blah…’ No matter what the advertisement says, I am only now cottoning on that most advertisers lie. The reality is that I can expect to buy a fire-breathing dragon that will run forwards, backwards, sideways, upwards and even
downwards
at various speeds. Owners do not sell good horses, they keep them.
Jen stops chuckling, rolls her eyes and then starts shaking her head disappointedly.
“Ash, why did you do this? Why did you spend so much money – again? Why did you buy sight unseen, without being sure he was as quiet and easy to ride as they advertised?”
A very good question.
A question I plan to ponder when I am safely on the ground. Especially now that I am sure Maverick is not in the best of moods and he is having a bad day. I can feel it, something is just not right.
Perhaps it has something to do with the shitty weather today? It’s hot and it’s windy. Not a good day for riding at all. I can’t believe I stupidly thought today was the best day to give him his first test ride. He’s already been here three weeks, what would one more day matter?
Giving this more serious thought, I’d be in a crap mood too if my owner came out to my paddock, saddled me up and wanted to go for a ride on a hot, windy day such as today.
Why am I such an idiot and why d
idn’t I think about this more clearly earlier?
Oh my God! What was that?
I knew that something would go wrong. I am sure I just felt him twitch – a bad twitch, not a good twitch. I suppose it might have been a shiver. Although I do get the distinct feeling it was a muscle spasm. One of those spasms you have when you are planning on doing something that takes energy. The sort where you tense or flex your muscles beforehand to ensure they are in good working order and ready to do the mighty job you have planned for them.
Either way, I know whatever it was I just felt, it was
not good.
But then again, do horses even do that? Have pre-exertion muscle spasms? I don’t remember my pony club instructor telling me that horses did that when I was seven years old, horse mad, and riding my beloved Shetland pony Twinkle at a pony club rally. Although, would I have even been listening if she had passed on such an insightful piece of information to me? Probably not, I had bigger issues to worry about at the time. Issues like did my darling Twinkle look awesome in his new bright pink bridle or was I sitting straight enough? Were my heels pushed down far enough? Was Twinkle ‘collected’ up?
No, I’m sure not a single instructor during my junior years at pony club ever mentioned pre-exersion muscle spasms. Nor did they explain that pre-exersion muscle spasms give you extra warning that your horse is about to send you a much stronger message. I am also definite they did not explain the need to think more carefully about notions of ‘riding’ your horse on a hot and windy day such as this. Especially when he has better ways to spend his day. Better ways such as standing under a shady tree swatting flies with his tail.
So there you have it. I’m
sure
I felt it.
A significant muscle movement made by Maverick.
A muscle movement that I am now positive he is employing to gain my attention.
A significant muscle movement that advises me he has plans to do just a little bit more than stand patiently in the middle of this round yard. Plans other than us both standing here while I get my head together and build up enough courage to ask him to move off.
Perhaps he is
preparing to prove my worst fears correct? Perhaps he is yet another fire-breathing dragon advertised falsely?
Is it even normal for a horse to stand still for this long?
Shouldn’t he be chewing at the bit, or swishing his tail, or
something?
I’m not convinced this dead still stance he has going on with his head stiffly held straight up in the air, not blinking
at all
, is normal.
Yet again I have forked out an enormous sum of money (over eight thousand dollars this time)
. Eight thousand dollars to buy the
perfect
horse and then have him sent down from Queensland to Victoria only to find out I’ve done my dough.
Why me?
Maverick is, according to the full page glossy spread in
Horse Deals
, the complete package for a beginner rider. Not that I would consider myself a beginner rider, all those years riding Twinkle surely account as experience right?
It was only at my sister Evie’s insistence that I buy a beginner's horse that I’d even considered Maverick. Evie was impressed with the advertisement claiming he was quiet, sound and had been here and done that. There had even been video footage of Maverick and his previous owner, a fifteen year old girl, riding happily around an arena at a walk, trot and canter.
Perfect!
Surely he
had
to be the right horse for me, an experienced pony club rider from way back who could manage to win any egg and spoon race on my beloved Twinkle.
Although, obviously not.
Because
there he goes again!
Another twitch, shiver, muscle spasm or whatever the hell it is he’s doing.
Holy shit. I’m outta here!
It is at this precise
moment that I know my plans to dismount are half a millisecond too late.
I know this because Maverick goes from standing rock solid still in his weird high headed, no blinking pose, to what I would describe as an animal version of an erupting volcano.
With a God Almighty snort that blows dust out of the yard, he starts rapidly shaking his head from left to right. After finishing his furious high-speed head shaking, he then continues to round his back and launch what feels like five meters direct up into the air.
In total shock, I grab madly for the front of my saddle with one hand, while giving an almighty yank on the reins with the other
. I am now in a desperate bid to take control as his feet hit the ground again. This sharp movement however, only fuels the fire and he launches forward while rounding his back in preparation for the next explosive sky launch.
I feel my foot fall out of my right stirrup, my body flings forward and to the right. Then, much to my horror, I sail straight over his shoulder and headfirst towards the ground.
Please don’t jump on me and break my back
.
I hit the ground direct with my forehead, the sound of blood roars in my ears and then I black out.
*****
“We must be close now,” Jen grumbles. “The instructions say his driveway is seven
kilometers on the right, after the railway line. Unless that was the wrong railway line, we should be about on it.”
“What description of the house or landmarks did he give you?” I mumble with little enthusiasm.
“He said it is a wide set timber entryway with double gates. The gates operate by a solar power opener. We press the button on the lamp post to open the gates. The house is a brick veneer and he said there is a large barn complex behind it with day yards clearly visible from the road. He told us to pull down past the house in front of the yards and he’d be hanging around the barn somewhere.”
“Okay
,” I respond flatly. It isn’t like I’m bursting with excitement at the prospect of our arrival. I don’t even want to be here, but Jen has insisted that I come.
I don’t want to be here because I am embarrassed that I have finally admitted I need help.
Admitting I need help is something I don’t like doing.
Admitting that my knowledge of horses and riding is not enough to deal with a full sized, full-blooded Arabian is something I don’t like doing.
Add to that, having to allow a stranger to view the damage my lack of skills has caused and I think I’m moving from the ‘don’t like’, to the ‘hate’ point of my ‘doing’ scale.
