smaller than this. My home had only one hundred acres, but Jenny’s was three thousand.
I had a girlfriend then, that was a neighbour, and lived on a similar sized property to mine, and we would go riding together. As we rode, I would put my right foot in her left stirrup, she would put her left foot in my right stirrup, and we would hold hands as we walked our horses.
After about fifteen minutes Jenny said, “Do you see that clump of trees over there at the foot of that mountain, there’s a dam there. I’ll race you to it.” She then took off.
My horse was no match for hers, mine was only a plodder, while she had a thoroughbred. She was well ahead of me when I saw her disappear into the trees on what looked to be a trail.
As I pulled up my horse at the dam, I looked around for Jenny. She had already untied the blanket roll she had behind her saddle, spread it out under a tree, and lay naked on it.
I nudged my horse and headed over to her, dismounted, and stood in front of her.
“What kept you?” Jenny said.
“If I’d known I’d find you like this, I would’ve jumped of my mount and ran.”
She was laughing as I stripped and joined her on the blanket.
How long we stayed there, I have no idea, until Jenny glanced at her watch and said, “Oh my gawd, we better make tracks, Mum will have lunch ready.”
We stayed for a while after lunch and then went back to town. Jenny stayed with me that night, and in the morning after she had left for work I headed off.
About the Author
Retired carpenter, Professional Photographer. Sales rep for newspaper. Had a bad start to married life finally, but found love years later, then lost that love to cancer. Now single and live alone I find I am much happier that way.
Love to write and take photos and browse the net.