Ghosts of Horses Past in Salem Part 5

Part 1

By now both Arabian horses were overheated but still running for all they were worth. Their instincts were driving them much stronger than tiredness. If we didn't get something figured out soon, I was afraid these horses were going to drop dead. I sent the security guard off to call the show manager and I told him to be sure the manager got a vet. It was clear we needed help.... and soon.

While the guard was gone, I stood peeking in through the openings across the top of those arena doors watching the horses. I studied their behavior looking for an opening. Still attacking the mare, biting, striking and kicking, the stallion moved that mare around that arena. He worked that mare turning her over and over, controlling her every move.Then the stallion reached this point where he really thought he finally had her. The mare had stopped running.

The stallion began to celebrate. He left the mare and pranced around in delight with his tail thrown over his back in jubilant display. Showing off and cavorting like some teenage boy celebrating his latest conquest. Convinced he was now the king. He bugled his triumph for all the world to know. Rearing and striking and showing off bigtime. This horse really thought he had one a great battle.

At this point the mare was stopped right in front of me on the other side of those big wooden doors. I could see she was exhausted. She was covered in a foamy sweat. Her head was dropped down low and she was gulping for air.

The stallion on the other hand was half way across the arena dancing and cavorting his glee over winning control of this mare. As he leapt in the air and turned away from me, I slipped through the door and threw a halter on the mare.

Trying to lead her out, I got nothing, no movement, no response. I saw the dazed look in her eyes and knew instantly the mare was in shock. Still holding the end of the lead, I got behind her and pushed the mare out through the narrow opening.

It took me a second to get her feet moving. Thank god she was so exhausted she was off balance and for my adrenaline rush or I wouldn't have been able to move her at all. Once her feet started to move I was able to keep the momentum going and shove her stumbling through the door. Behind me I could hear the stallion screaming his delight still unaware of this latest development.

Then just as the mare's butt crossed the threshold the stallion's voice turned to rage. The horse had spotted me stealing his mare and he was coming for me. I could feel the ground thundering as he closed the gap between us. The hairs on the back of my neck stood up. I had no doubt this stallion was after me. He would kill me if he caught me.

To be continued...........

Part 6

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