Bowed Legs Teenage Cowboys Game

The mares were so broke they were easy to catch and halter. Bill and Peter led them up to the hitching rail right outside the saddle shed. It’s just that when Bill went back in to get his father’s roping saddle his heart was busted. The saddle was too heavy for him to lift off the rack let alone stick up on the horses back. Why should any young cowboy get disappointed?

Peter came in and said, “Oh come on. What’s the matter with you. Are you just like my sister?”

“Huh, Pete go ahead and saddle your mare first. Oh and hurry up so we can hit the seven to eleven before it gets busy.”

Peter laughed at his cousin and said, “I don’t need to worry about no ambulance. No I can ride my bike better than you can.”

Peter grabbed the bridle down off the side of the wall and went back out to his father’s Appaloosa mare. She lowered her head down far enough he could put the bit in the horses mouth and slip the bridle on over her ears.

Bill wouldn’t allow himself to be left too far behind his smaller cousin. Bill did the same thing to the Arabian mare and then said, “Right. Get out of my way.”

Bill let his fathers mare right up along side the hitching rail and then while holding both rains over the mares shoulders climbed up on the rail. Then he calmly crawled up onto the horses back and swung his left leg over to the other side. Once mounted he grinned and said, “Come on we can ride bareback just like they do in the rodeo arena.”

Peter followed suit and both of the young men were ready to ride off their grand father’s diary farm together without any hassles.

Both of them took off in a trot towards the alfalfa field they had to cross. It is just that when Bill passed the last milk cow pen he kick his mare into a lope.

Peter wouldn’t be left behind and his mare started running after Bill. They were both neck to neck when the small irrigation ditch was reached. Neither one had enough experience to slow their mare down. Bill just made sure he leaned forward enough to stay mounted while his mare jumped the ditch.

Peter didn’t have a problem jumping that ditch himself. It is just that they were riding too fast when the barbed wire fence was reached. Both of the mares reacted safely when they slammed on the brakes and slid to a halt. Fortunately for Bill the Arabian mare held her neck up higher and he wasn’t flung to the ground. Peter went flying off his horse and landed belly first onto that dirt road.

Bill grinned as he said, “Come on now here comes a cry baby.”

Peter shrugged his shoulders and led the mare over to some bales of hay that were still out in the field. He quickly swung himself back onto the horse and reined her past his cousin and out the gate.

Bill couldn’t be left behind and quickly kicked the mare he was on into the fastest run she had.

Peter looked back over his shoulder and saw Bill racing up. He yelled back, “Just like at the Side Winder pool tables. Looser buys the next round.”

Both of the horses could gallop faster than normal without a saddle and just carrying a young boy. They hit the seven to eleven parking lot so close neither boy could claim victory. Bill just ran over to his cousin once dismounted and started patting his back. They both started yelling yahoo in celebration.