We spent two days in the place I dubbed the It’s Really Okay Corral, and waited for Chad to appear. I did body work on the horses and read back issues of the New Yorker that I’d found in the laundry room. In the afternoon, Pete and I turned our musings to when Chad might appear into a guessing game of sorts. We presumed that he’d be driving an older truck, and traveling at a reasonable rate of speed. This was counter to many, who were driving new trucks and traveling at a fast rate of speed.
Chad arrived at 4 p.m. He’d been injured by a horse the day before; the youngster moved unexpectedly while being shod, and the nail sticking out of his hoof tore a hole in Chad’s thigh. His injury caused him to get off to a later start the next day.
He first shoed Raudi, who stood quietly, dozing in the heat of the afternoon sun, then he shod Siggi, who was a bit jumpy. Tourists appeared from seemingly out of nowhere, leaned on the corral fence and chatted. Afterwards, Chad took us out to dinner. And he gave us a plastic bag with six Brook trout before we parted company. |
Tourists asked if we led trail rides
Chad shoeing Siggi in the Taylor Park corral
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