The horse's name was Bones. I was given Bones for the summer
because he was slow and lazy. You absolutely couldn't get him going faster
than a trot. One time Bones stepped in a prairie dog hole and
fell over sideways. Luckily I wasn't hurt because Bones fell partially
backwards and my feet went up in the air as I rolled off.
Tim and I used to ride together a lot. I remember, up by a dirt aqueduct, building a raft and then floating along. Our horses followed and we lit up our corn cobs.
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