Stories from the Amazon - End of the Rainbow
Foxy was a very thrilling horse to ride. You never know what to expect from a horseback ride on her. When I first got her she would never let me get on without tying her up to a post and doing a hop on one foot for a while until I could finally throw my leg over and get seated in the saddle. Then I'd have to make sure my feet were securely in the stirrups and a fist full of mane and then reach down with my other hand and untie the lead rope and hold on for dear life. She would take off at a full gallop in whatever direction I managed to get her pointed and usually I wouldn't be able to slow her down or steer her until she got the pent up energy that she was full of spent out a little. The adrenaline rush from that good gallop was intoxicating. One day we went through this silly dance and bolt and were galloping up a long hill near the school where the missionary kids studied. It was a wide open field and a good hill to run up no matter what legs you were using to run. At the