I Rode Him So Hard

(Lifted from an email to Jebus. Don’t you feel cheap now. I mean please don’t feel cheap now.)

Dude. Today I went out to my sister’s place to ride horses and I felt like they were testing me to be some kind of stunt woman in a (cussword) movie because they put me on Cash instead of Tango, and Cash was thisclose, thisfuckingclose to bucking me off for an hour. I worked the entire time to compromise with him to keep me on there and let me tell you. All the sweet talking! Somebody bring me a whiskey please. SOMEBODY BRING ME A WHISKEY. PLEASE.
And they were all, Yeah, Cash bucked Niece off last month. And he bucked Nephew off when they were by the aggro horses across the street a while back. The same ones that made Cash nearly take off at a dead run had I not reined him in hard 5 steps into it. Like, no big deal. Whatever.
I totally want to go back and ride him again. Thathugefuckingbastard.
Charlie did so good, only he got zapped by the electric fence but relished in the attention afterward(s). He came running straight into my arms and was lavished with pity for 10 minutes by three adults. He is absolutely exhausted. Um turn off the electric fence and wake up about your horses being intermediate/advanced ridable. Family!
Idaho!