|By Frank J. Buchman
“Blondes really are more fun, huh?”
Hard of hearing humpback old cowboy didn’t comprehend the question-comment the first time.
When the cowgirl on the fancy gray repeated her remark louder with an ornery grin, it soaked in.
Had ridden Maggie the buckskin in a dozen classes, so the changing mounts was notable to competition.
It was racing time, and as diversified as Maggie really is, putting gas to her makes slowing down difficult.
To get name called in performance events requires snail pace for some officials, a continuing show controversy.
So Cody, the palomino, a blonde by another’s description, was called in for speedy service. It was his first official outing under present ownership.
Still, the game is old hat, with intent for him to take care of the even more mature pilot.
Missy, 26, his speedster predecessor, definitely pouts when the trailer loads, and she’s not aboard.
New shoes, dedicated exercise program, nutrition supplements gave the biggest-hearted-ever Appaloosa racer first shot.
Determination unwavering, yet age, big kneed, bent-over right front leg couldn’t stand pressure even relaxing in pen. Pain showed through, despite the old mare’s obvious attempts to disguise it.
Only solution, retirement from her sport. That’s probably more inner-soul, heart-pain than when racing the patterns.
Tough on the relic rider, too, even though he’s always at fault when time doesn’t come up fastest.
Now, that’s not to say Missy won’t be ridden for fun. Sure likely to even sneak the ole girl into a local yokel to make her feel young again for the seconds. Fright, yet, of comment about abuse riding a lame horse; onlookers really don’t know the whole story.
It is a homecoming for Cody, already 17, but been around the Midwest’s rodeo pens. Purchased here as a baby, he features four ranch stallions back to the immortal foundation Dennis Good in 1973.
Through a handful of ownership, Cody was said looking for a new home last fall. With contacts initiated, nothing materialized.
Then after an evening Missy practice, true dilemma head bobbing ouch undeniable. Phone rang: “Would you be interested in Cody?”
Tryout with very little reservation, Cody came home. Already, sprinter’s doing his part, while jockey’s messing up.
Reminds of Ephesians 1:9: “He’s making known to us the mystery of His plan in accordance with His merciful intention.”