Loving Bayleigh (Short Story)

 

I was at the tack sale because I had a horse again for the first time in 25 years, a Sorrel Quarter horse mare named Fancy.  When I was young, I had several horses but after starting a family, I sold them due to lack of time to ride and compete any longer.  I was there to find tack for my new horse, Fancy and I had in fact bought a pink halter at a good price for her.  However, the horses would be up for auction next and I told my husband that I just wanted to watch.  The second horse that came in the rink caught my eye though.  I heard my husband telling me not to buy another horse as I put up my hand to bid.  I couldn't stop myself.  Her eyes were gentle and her soul was calling my name.  I saw a big man put up his hand after I did.  He was bidding against me.  Who was he?  He may be the meat man.  I knew a meat buyer was there at the sale.  She was more than someone's dinner and I knew I had to save her.  Once again I put up my hand, but my money was dwindling away and my husband was fuming.  I might not be able to rescue her from death after all. This time the meat man didn't bid against me. I breathed a sigh of relief.  The Palomino Dun Quarter Horse Mare was mine.  She was a golden blonde like me, but unlike me she had a black stripe down her back.  Her smooth gait and her beauty astounded me!  I jumped off the bleachers and ran back to meet her, with my husband trailing close behind.

She was more beautiful up close than from my seat in the bleachers.  I looked into her kind eyes and said calm down girl, I am yours now.  It would be a while before she considered herself to be mine though as I would soon find out.