I entered her stall and immediately her head flew up in alarm signaling that a potential predator had entered her space. Though my own heart fell in disappointment I did not try to appease her and talk to her in sugared tones to convince her that I was no threat. I simply stood there for a few moments, chin tucked downward and eyes turned away from her. I heard her breathe in short, alarmed breaths and knew she was prepared to save herself from danger by bolting away from me. Quietly but not slowly in the stealthy way of a predator, I propped my muck rake against the fence then extended my arm in her direction. Her breathing and her evasion posture elevated.
I stepped backwards.
She inhaled quickly but extended her nose forward.
I step back again.
She tosses her head, neck extended and stretches ever so slightly forward.
I step back.
She tentatively steps forward and extends her head and neck as far as she can.
I lean backwards now to give her more room to approach.
She begins to sniff my hand.
Suddenly she is here with me, sniffing me as my hand quietly rounds her nostrils, her mouth, her chin. She steps forward again and sniffs my hat, my face and I close my eyes and let this moment simply be.
She leans her strong, beautiful neck against my shoulder and rests her head against me. I wrap my arms around her and we stand as we have stood so many times. We both exhale long and deep breathing in this moment that we completely share.
This beautiful red mare reaches deep into my heart. She has been wounded so badly by the hands of man and yet she seeks to make a connection. In my mind, that makes her one courageous horse indeed. I am sick to think of how they starved her, deprived her of water, roped her, choked her, hog tied her and beat her. The defiance they imagined in her was simply fear. I hold her tighter thinking of it all.
Right now she has reverted her behavior a bit because she is away from home. Still, she reaches out to me every time and I know how much potential there is within her. We have no true agenda and if I never swing a leg over her my heart will know no disappointment. My friends say I will never be able to part with her but that is not true. If the right home comes along, the right person... someone that wants to reach her, is willing to work with her that will lead her with confidence and benevolence and love... someone who will love her as my own heart does...
I will open my hands and heart and allow her to run headlong into her future and love her every single step of the way. Beautiful, brave Cayenne... the Wildest Flower of them all....
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