with the sweet grassy aroma of damp hay. As she approached the enclosures, several horses lifted their heads and whinnied.
She straightened the kerchief around her neck, snuggled her hands in the unzipped pockets of the vest, and whispered, âIâm going to ride a horse. A real horse.â A spurt of excitement laced with anxiety coursed through her mind and her stomach. Would riding a horse feel the same as reading about riding a horse?
Curious about a blue plastic container a few feet from the corral, Maya stopped and lifted the lid.Immediately, two horses edged as close to the bars as possible. Inside the container was some type of grain with a delicious smell that reminded Maya of oatmeal-and-molasses cookies. She scooped out a bit and with a cupped hand, fingers pointing up, held it through the bars. âDo you guys like this stuff?â
âMaya!â
She whirled around.
Aunt Vi hurried toward her.
âWhen you hold out your hand to a horse, especially if you have food in your hand, hold it flat and tight. A flat hand looks bigger. Believe me when I say that a horse could chomp those fingers and it wouldnât feel one bit good.â
Maya swallowed hard. She turned back to the horse and leveled and tightened her hand. The horse deftlynibbled the food from her palm, its gigantic lips as tender as a babyâs cheek.
âOkay. Letâs get started. Follow me,â said Aunt Vi.
âWhereâs Payton?â asked Maya as they entered the corral.
âAfter that prank last night, I told him to stay in camp during your lesson. You donât need more than one critic while youâre learning. First thing, never sneak up on a horse or come up from the direct behind or the direct front, because they canât see you there. Most people approach a horse on the near side, which is their left. Always let them know youâre coming.â
Maya followed Aunt Vi into the corral, taking timid steps to avoid the occasional droppings.
âHey there, Seltzer,â said Aunt Vi. âIâm right here,boy.â She slipped the halter over the horseâs muzzle and buckled it. âWhen you lead a horse, hold the rope a few inches from the halter clip, stand to the side, and walk as if you were the Queen of Sheba. You donât want to lead a horse by standing right in front of it because if it got spooked it would run right over you. Here, you take the rope and lead him to the tack bench.â
Maya knew she wanted to try, so why was she hesitating? Take the rope , she told herself.
She wavered. Maybe it would be better to tell Aunt Vi that sheâd rather wait until tomorrow or some other day.
Maya followed the rope from Aunt Viâs hand to the horseâs face. She was surprised at the length of the lashes and the intense eye, which seemed to look through herand read her thoughts. There was something hypnotic about being in the horseâs presence, as if she were under a spell. Was that her hand reaching for the rope? Was she the one leading Seltzer out of the corral to the tack bench? Or was it all a dream?
âThereâs an imaginary circle on the ground below the horseâs shoulder,â said Aunt Vi. âThatâs your safety zone for not getting run over or kicked. You can do most things to the horse from that spot on either side. Now weâre going to groom the blanket area.â She handed Maya a currycomb.
Maya copied Aunt Viâs small circular movements with a currycomb and then the long sweeping strokes with a dandy brush. She watched Aunt Vi use the hoof pick to pull out the packed dirt embedded in the horseshoes. Then they took turns combing the mane and tail.
âSee how I put the blanket pads over the withers and his back and lift the saddle into place, letting it down lightly?â said Aunt Vi. âNow Iâm going to drop the cinch and then come around ⦠and thread the latigo strap through the rigging ring and tighten