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John Colter was attacked by Indians and was forced to be their human hunt, they took his clothing and all of his possessions. As John was about to get away there was one who was on his heels and speeding up, he quickly turned around
The girls always played with these horses, but they were also used for transportation. One day a man named Rob came and began yelling at the girls say that those were his horses and that they needed to get off immediately. Of course the girls were very confused because they did this every Sunday and the animals belonged to everyone in the tribe. The man grew very angry realizing that the girls weren’t moving.
They bumped into an elderly man. It was a very hot day in Japan. They asked for directions and he said “ you are heading to the right path “. The traveler's asked the elderly man for spare of water. He gave them both one water bottle for them to share .
Mckenna, I too wrote about the mindless monster and the negative effects it can have on someone. It's crazy to think about the lengths people will go to please someone and will overwork themselves to make sure others are happy. I believe that the only way to be truly happy is to make sure you're good first. The other aspect I agree with was your point on body language. That is something I need to work on a lot as well.
Hello again, I am so sorry I’ve emailed you so many times but I would really really like to meet one on one with Gerardo. My initial meeting that was scheduled for February 14th, I had to cancel due to being very sick and not wanting to spread it to him or his family. Are there any open slots? God bless, Rachal Adent
Now in the town of El Caballo, which means The Horse, there lived a Mexican gunfighter named Terrible Tomas. Whenever the people of El Caballo saw Tomas swagger through the streets, his hands on the oak handles of his .44s, they let him pass. His black eyes shot fire at anyone who dared to bar his way. A stocky six-footer with dark skin and black hair, Tomas was very intimidating. There rode into town one day, a stranger.
The dog’s name was Bow and he was very playful. They rolled in the grass for a little bit and had to go to bed. It was a regular morning and the kids decided to ride their horse in the forest behind their house. Then all of a sudden it started pouring.
I got a phone call one night when I was on my way to go feed my horse that she got out of her pasture and was in someone’s yard. We did not know how she got out but after looking at the fence we found a place where it had come down. The next morning I put her back out into her pasture after the fence got fixed thinking she won’t get out again. I was at school and my first class of the day had just started when I got a phone call. It was someone telling me that my horse had jumped the electric fence and got herself stuck between that and the wooden fence.
I watched the big black clouds roll towards us. Ma said “we should get in the car and go away from the big black cloud of dust. ”So we start driving in are car crammed together away from the big black dust cloud. Pa got out the map and exclamed “I think we are heading towards California.” I said, “What about our stuff.”
Then Old Man said if this piece of buffalo floats people will die but, only for four days and will live again if it sinks then there will be an end to people’s lives. It floated but the women bent down and picked up a stone and said if it floats we live forever but, if it sinks we will die. It sank so the Old Man said there will be an end for
I’ve recently started a new sport, I take part almost every weekend in mounted shooting. In which you shoot two .45 caliber single action revolvers, each loaded with five rounds of specially prepared blank ammunition, off your horse, you can shoot up to 10 balloons that are set up into 60 plus different patterns. Some days is more of a struggle riding in certain situation such as rain and snow, but that’s a given because every time you ride it can vary from the time before. Whenever I’m riding I always think about the first time that I decided I wanted to get into a new passion.
The first day of the derby weekend is the Kentucky Oaks which consists of fillies only. The winner of the Kentucky Oaks race wins a garland of lilies thus being called “Lilies for the Fillies.” Again, because only female horses race this day, spectators are encouraged to wear pink. My family’s traveling group, Inspirato, sponsored one of the early races of the Kentucky Oaks.
On November 6th, I encountered a cultural disconnect with a friend. My friend is a white, female, and the same age as me. This disconnect happened on the Berkeley campus when we were walking to our next class. We were both walking and talking about what we have been up to that past week. I told her that I was swamped with midterms and projects coming up so I was “studying and dying all week.”
She followed me. I never thought she would be capable of trusting people. Faith is my miniature horse. It was my first ever show with her. We entered in a class where the lead rope is loosely tied around the horse’s neck and led to a chair with a carrot on it.
The day was scorching, and I was trying to take in some breaths. Suddenly, the scrum half tossed me the ball. I was the decision maker, and the pressure was on me. I decided to run the ball. I dashed along the sideline, free as a bird, but an unplanned surprise awaited me.
