Thirty years have passed, but I remember it like it was yesterday, it’s the year 1986, we’re at the Diamond T. Ranch, in Minnesota Zaneta is eleven years old, around there. The value here lies in the premise, with the plot or account progression being less important! It bends the laws of nature and, apparently, to me, it orbits the paranormal; but it’s worth telling.
It was on summer weekends that I took Zaneta places, and since this story is about the Diamond T. Ranch, she was familiar with horseback riding, and we would pile up with a group of people and ride through the woods. on old horse tracks, and here and there the guide allowed us to gallop over a hill or two. About twelve people to the group. Zaneta received a larger than normal horse this day and a more stubborn horse than expected. And as we trotted along the many trails into the woods, everything was fine, me and my horse were behind Zaneta and his horse, then suddenly and abruptly the lead horse galloped down a slope, Zaneta’s horse broke away. he reared and bucked, leaped into a gallop, and pushed past all the other horses, with such force that Zaneta flew from the seat of his saddle into the air, three feet from the hide, as if he were going to get away from the terrestrial atmosphere: the horse in a deep rage, bucking, kicking and galloping up this hill faster and stronger and Zaneta flying several times from the seat of her saddle, it was as if an angelic being was sitting behind her, bringing her down firmly and safely and holding her momentarily in the chair.
I was quite terrified, and had a hard time trying to compose myself, feeling like I was about to be thrown off the horse at any moment. She was in a lot of pain and anguish, Zaneta was as if she didn’t even realize what was happening. At such a time, there is nothing a parent can do for the child except prayer; but I do believe that the angel was before me.
Well, the sun got hotter in the woods, Zaneta gripped the horse’s bridle with a firmer tinge, and she wasn’t distracted by the whole account at all, so I sat merrily in my saddle at ease as we continued on our way. unconcerned by the horses, and more so by the flies, and the many birds that fly to and fro, from the woods, the branches hitting the horses’ faces, then refreshed by the light breeze coming down the hill to the house from the ranch, after which the As we approached the horse stables and corral, the horses of the caravan quickened their pace, knowing that water and oats were close at hand.
I went up to Zaneta, after we got back to the ranch house we had a coke and ate something: she looked at me a little surprised at my concern, as if it wasn’t necessary.
Note: This story was started in 2009 and was forgotten due to lack of experience in putting it into words, now it’s been rewritten for this next book, and in the hope that it fits the overall book. #1101/7-23-2015/Revised, 1-2016.