Riding My Horse: Growing up in Buffalo Gap

Meadowlark approached Scott after he had dismounted. “You’re riding my pony,” she declared in a threatening voice and stood with a hostile hands-on-hips posture face-to-face directly in front of him. He was startled! How to respond to this angry girl? “Gosh! I wouldn’t have ridden the pony if l knew you’d be upset. Your brother, Swallow, said it would be okay.” “Well it’s not,” she retorted angrily. “No one rides my pony without asking and me saying so.”