Chapter 16: An Oklahoma Ride
Alamo Pasture
10:51 A.M.
Tyranny was an angel, happy to pace alongside Cord’s horse. She was a Paint, with splotches of rawhide brown against her bright white hide. She was mellow, and she seemed to like me. And she didn’t seem to mind when I pulled on her reins; she whinnied, perhaps excited by being out in the Alamo Pasture on this beautiful summer day.
I was taking to riding like a duck takes to water. I think even Cord was surprised by how I’d mounted Tyranny with no problem, holding the reins like I’d been born to it. I felt like a natural riding the filly, and she and I were instant friends.
Cord was bareback on Blade, a contemptuous Quarter Horse the same onyx as Cord’s thick hair, almost blue in the Oklahoma sun. Blade looked pretty big. Cord told
