And when you get in the
shallower end of the pool there are up and comers who might someday be
associated with that one horse that put them in the spotlight.
Max was trying to put a little
polish on a 4-year-old gelding he’d given two trailer tires and $350
for. He had an opportunity to show him off. Max was a wrangler on a
trail ride. Nate was a pretty good horseman. He came on the ride every
year. He owned several tire, muffler and brake shops in the city.
“Nice lookin’ horse,” he said as Max sidled up beside him.
“Thanks,” said Max. “He’s just four and comin’ along good; gentle, easy to catch, got a little cow in him.”
“Is he for sale?” asked Nate.
“Oh, I don’t know. He’s gonna
make a good one. You outta see him comin’ out the box…I’m thinkin’ he’ll
make a great team ropin’ horse, maybe reining even. He’s not just
pretty, he can do it! But, I guess if I was gonna sell him, I’d be
lookin’ at fifteen hunnerd.”
“Whattya call him?”
Max opened his mouth, but all
that came out was a “WHOOOA!” The un-named horse had bogged his head and
pitched his rider up on the horse’s neck! Max lit on his back in the
trail but still held a rein in his hand, “Look cool,” he said to
himself. “…look cool.”
After the commotion and
everybody was back in the saddle, Max remarked that he might consider an
even thousand. He calmed the horse down and was convincing Nate that
the horse really had potential.
“Watch this,” he said.
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