Chapter 5: Just Like Falling Off
It was a beautiful Sunday morning. I was continuing my quest to go back to the quarter horse circuit. I knew I would only have a few shows this fall since it was late in the season, but maybe if I did a couple of them I would know what to work on over the winter; then Snazzy and I would be ready for the circuit next summer. He and I ambled out to the big outdoor arena early. We were the only ones at the barn. I always tried to get there early to do some serious riding before the crowds gathered. Since this was a spectacular day, there would be lots of people around.
As we approached the arena, I glanced up at the azure blue sky. There, high above us, four or five turkey vultures circled.
“Think they’re after us?” I asked Snazzy, patting him on the shoul
