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Finally everyone was ready to go. Rusty and I were positioned with a pasture
behind us near the first part of the barb-wire fence followed by regular board
fence. As the riding party was just about ready to take off, a shot rang out. A
shot that sounded like gun fire, but later was discovered to be a backfiring of
a car.
The sound was so startling, Rusty was so spooked that he reared to a full extend
of himself. Someone had told me that he was "standing on his tipy toes." Rusty
lost balance. I fell off of him on to my back and Rusty came down on top of me.
His back met my front.
When Rusty regained his footing and stood up, he started to put his head down to
meet mine. All I remembered was looking up and seeing his muzzle nuzzling me to
get me up. I first had to wiggle my fingers and toes to make sure I could move.
I did. There are two lucky parts to this story. One, my horse was there when I
needed him. He put his head down, so I could grab his neck, and he lifted me up!
I loved him so much. And two, is what we landed down on. The ground was soft
like mud, and when Rusty landed on me, I sank down so his weight would not crush
me. Thank-God I didn't have full tack.
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