How about . . . Wilbur and my worst nightmare come true.
I always tell my cowboy, "Don't take him anywhere." "Don't brush him, leave that mud on" And I really thought his name should be GIFT but we called him Wilbur (not nearly so pretty). I'm always afraid someone will want to buy him. And it's happened.
I pick up the phone:
The lady on the other end says, "Hello. Um, what's the lease rider's name again?"
I politely tell the female voice.
"Oh ya, Is he there? May I speak to him"
I say, "Sure" and hand him the phone
"Well I don't know . . . It would be alot, he's pretty near perfect . . . Well, I have to talk it over with my wife. Ya, good bye."
"What was that all about?"
He tells me that the lady on the phone was the neighbor we don't know real well but when we heard they needed an extra roper at their branding my cowboy went to help out. He took Wilbur, when I told him not to, and now her daughter has fallen in love with the horse and they want to buy him. He's supposed to talk it over with me and phone her back
This is the horse that when I'm not there I can rest easy knowing that this is such a good horse that my cowboy can handle anything on him alone and he's not going to get hurt. That's what he meant by pretty near perfect.
We talk it over and I tell him to ask for a lot, hoping that they won't want to spend that much. Besides, it will cost quite a bit to replace him. How do you find a pretty, good footed, straight legged, sound, calm, realy smooth moving, big, smart, cowy, totally trustworthy gelding that you can work cattle on in a pencil bosal? ( I guess come to our house.)
You see, my cowboy can ride almost anything and get the job done (especialy if I am there to back him up) but me . . . not so much. I need a realy good broke horse, then I can do wonders but without . . . I'm kind of a wash out. And he's one of these really good broke horses that I can ride too. I confess I'm a little selfish because I thought he was moving into my string.
The next day he tells me he called this lady, told her the price, and the lady said it was too much (Whew). Then she called back and asked if he would take 1/2 now and 1/2 in calves in the fall. (whew-not). My cowboy said he'd have to talk that over with me.
One thing you have to understand is that almost everybody has more money than us. It's not easy for us to turn down big money for a horse, even Wilbur. What to do? What to do?