Lacey Marie Carlson...
The colt was now lose. How could I have been so supid to leave the gate open? I was an 8 year old laying on the ground, bleeding. A bob cat had come after me. He had taken five long claws against my back. If it hadnt been for Luke Id be dead. He was 10 at the time. He had taken the shot gun his father had given him and fired it into the cats head. I layed there in agony.
I was shipped off to school in Chicogo. I learned to ride english and dressage. I could still rope cows and a horse but, it wasnt the same as in Montana. I loved it there but, daddys orders. It hurt to...
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