Cat, Cowboy Larry and I rode fence.  Hold onto your hat, Lar galloped his spit fire gelding - Krazy Koda up the hill and there was no holding him back.  Cash was quick to lunge into the trail of dust...we rode like bank robbers in a desperate escape...only to discover I lost my cell phone in one of our tail chasing rides.  One mile of walking and backtracking...and with Larry calling my number, he found the phone face down in the dirt, sounding off to the old country twang of Kittie Wells, "It wasn't God who made honky tonk angels..."  There's never a bad day in the saddle.

You can never have enough saddle pals~Cindy K. Roberts