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| Buckshot by © poso_woods ok, ok i got one...... i grew up in a home that was bad news (till i ran away at 15, and ended up with another family). anyway, my dad was a drunk and a lier and a thief and wanted to teach us all this nice stuff (use to sit in the back of the car for hours while my dad would stop for 1 drink).....anyway, we had 14 horses and a bunkhouse, 450 head of beef and pigs ect...... my brothers were all jerks. and liked to slack. so i took over the horses, rode them all, broke the new ones, cleaned the tack. so forth..... fixed fences, and moved the cattle.... so i moved into the bunk house. no one gave a shi*. (latter i was joined by jolene my one sister). so, one day we got a new buckskin from a bar swap ( drunks swapping animals and machines at the bar). ok the horse was swapped for beef. anyway, i claimed it, i fought fair and square over it with every brother who challenged me. i had had enough. so, i didnt know what to call this horse. i spent time with it, we talked, i got it use to a bridle, than blanket than saddle. than the day came that i upped on to the saddle and took off. ok, no bucking? cool. we walked, about 2 miles from the corral, and the horse got bit by a bee or something. it began to rodeo buck. i mean, i had the ride of my life, but i willed myself on. the horse bucked so bad it ripped the sinch from the saddle and the saddle slid under the horse, still on cause of the girth strap. and i held on to the saddle. the hoofs were all over if i let go i new i would get kicked. well this buckskin, slipped the saddle and me off. i did not get kicked, but couldnt get up cause the wind was knocked out. the horse settled and began to graze. i lay there awile. than got up , got the buckskin saddled it and walked him home (couldnt ride with a ripped saddle). (still have that saddle). we had to cross a stream and when i got back i was wet, bruised and sore. i looked at that buckskin and said, well, your my kinda horse, BUCKSHOT. |
