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.I gave his belly a light tap with my heels, and we were off at a slow walk.By the second lap, I was bored and I know he was too because his head was nearly as low as his knees.We weren’t arena kinds of guys.We were trail guys, crossing bridges and jumping over narrow streams.I tapped him again, and he went into a trot.It was better, faster at least, and I tried to post, but being bareback and posting wasn’t a good combination.Not for me, at least.And plus all the bouncing was making my balls hurt.I slowed him down, and we did some figure eights, and after that, together, we drew shapes in the sand until my stomach started growling for lunch.My backpack had some granola bars in it, and I figured breaking for food would be good for both of us.I knew where the grain was kept, and as long as we didn’t make a habit of feeding the horses grain, I knew Allen wouldn’t mind too much.I was just about to have General stop so I could get off his back when a loud clap of thunder shook the arena around us.I didn’t think much of it, but General’s head came up and he sidestepped under me.“Easy,” I called to him, my hands tightening on the reins.I almost had him calmed down enough I could get off him when another bout of thunder, even louder than before, broke through the sky above us.I didn’t even have time to think before General took off from under me.For a few seconds, I held on, forgetting everything I knew about getting a horse to stop.I fell off, but before that I must have hit something, because even though I’d fallen off plenty of times this didn’t feel like those times.The ground came up to meet my hand, and General was still galloping around the arena when I hit the dirt.The pain was new and not at all welcome.“Shit, you okay?”A new voice.One I didn’t know, followed by hands on my face.I groaned and turned onto my side.I was in pain but it’d been so long since I’d fallen off a horse, and I was more in shock than anything else.Falling off was part of riding.I knew that.My wrist was really hurting, though.I must have landed on it harder than I’d thought.“No.Don’t move just yet.Hold still.”I heard beeping.It sounded like a phone.“Gen… Gener….” My words weren’t coming out right, and I closed my eyes as a wave of pain brought nausea with it.“Yeah, hi, I’m at Black Dog Stables just off Belleview, and a guy was thrown from his horse.He looks pretty bad.”I squinted, wondering what looked so bad about me.Maybe this guy was a fashion snob and didn’t like my jeans and worn-out jacket.Well, screw him.I was perfectly fine.I opened my eyes and couldn’t figure out why my horse was blurry.“Gen… Gen….”“Yeah, I’ll get him.You just relax.Help is on the way.”The guy didn’t understand.General could step on the lead.He could hurt himself.Why weren’t my words working, and why was there still pain in my hand? I was pondering these questions until suddenly I wasn’t awake anymore.Chapter TwoI WOKE up sometime later with a massive headache and tubes coming out of my arms.I knew I was in a hospital but had no idea which one.There was a judge show playing on the screen hanging far up on the wall across from me.My hand was holding a little cream-colored tube with a red dot at the end of it.I pushed the button, knowing it would bring someone.A nurse came in less than a minute later, and while I was sure I would get answers for the questions currently swirling in my mind, that didn’t happen as she started in with her own barrage of questions.None of which I had answers for.The most pressing one, it seemed, or at least the one she kept repeating, was how bad was my pain level.On a scale of one to ten, how much did I hurt? Not much.I must have been given some good drugs.“I’m not in pain.What happened to me? Where’s General? Is he okay?” I asked her.Though my words didn’t sound quite like that.I more or less sounded like some drunken, slurring idiot, and I hated that.She patted my head the way someone would a child.Now, I know I’m fairly young looking at twenty-six but I’m not a child, and I wished I had the strength or at least a not cloudy brain to tell her to move her hand away.“You’ll be just fine now, Mr.Thompson.Just rest up for a bit, and we’ll send you home tomorrow morning.”I didn’t want to rest; I wanted to go back to the barn.To find out what had happened and thank whoever had been there to call for help.And I wanted to make sure General was okay.I’d never seen him spook like that before.Was he hurt? Did he get back to the pasture okay? This is what I wanted to know, but apparently, the nurse didn’t have the answers.Or she wasn’t going to tell me them, anyway.All right, so I should probably mention that pain medicine makes me a little paranoid.And cranky.But mostly paranoid.And it didn’t even matter what kind.As long as it’s prescription, I get these thoughts, and right then, I know they’re because of the medicine [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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