But the grandson came out after work this evening, wanting to know if I could ride with him again.
"Yes," I told him rather reluctantly, "if the granddaughters are gone by six."
They were, so Arick and I once again hit the roads on horseback. This time we rode to the Missouri River bottoms. Chief, the horse he's breaking, is still a little leery of cars passing on the highway. But he seems to enjoy his job of being a saddle horse. He insisted on keeping up with Blue, which is no easy task. It's hard for a trotting horse to stay even with a gaited horse. Chief's ears were up all the time, and he was obviously having fun.
And to think that I pronounced him a lost cause, only a month ago.
I'm learning to like this boy. Now that it's almost time for him to go home to his owners.