Crunch. Crunch. Crunch. Bleached grass popped under hooves. The ground exhaled dust. Perched atop my stock saddle, passed down to me from my dad its leather frame wore thin and soft cotton began to protrude. My legs sat either side of the lanky horse beneath me. We moved as one. A grand sigh left his mouth, and his shape changed beneath me. We arrived at school. I lifted his saddle. White sticky sweat dribbled of his back
by yeehawonthatd April 23, 2025
Get the cowgirlmug.