I was driving down Highway 7 (a four-lane highway with a grass divider), on way to town and passed a gorgeous horse outside the boundary of the farmland fence. It was entirely toooo close to highway where traffic flowed at 70 to 76 miles per hour.
I made a U-turn as soon as I could, turned around and drove into the drive of Triangle Farms from which I assumed the horse had escaped. However, their gate was locked and I was gonna have my 13 year-old granddaughter scale it and go tell them about the horse. But I couldn't do that either. We saw a big dog which my 10 year-old granddaughter said was a pit bull. A mauling scene flashed before my eyes and I abandoned that idea. So, I sat in the car and tried to figure out how to let the people know about the horse that was inching its way closer and closer to the 4-lane highway. Finally I decided to just drive up beside it. That silly horse stood there looking in my side window, and seemed fairly calm.
I got out of the car, and it stared at me a second then crossed in front of my car and started for the road. I waved the oncoming traffic to stop as the horse made its way into the middle of the second lane, where it stopped and decided to relieve itself of its breakfast. I did my imitation of a "HORSE WHISPERER" and tried to talk her into coming to me or letting me go to her.
Amazingly, she stood still. Cars began to stop in a line. One driver asked if it was my horse, I said, "No" as I slowly approached her with my outstretched hand. I clucked and tisked with every step till she let me get her harness. I walked her back across the road, and prayed to God I wouldn't fall down the embankment as I led her back into the field. With every step, I'm thinking, "Lord, please don't let this horse step on me." She didn't and she didn't run ahead of me. She just let me guide her down the embankment and into the field. My momma use to say, God protects fools. I qualified.
When I let her loose she turned around and snickered at me. I said, "nevermind your backtalk... get out there". She turned and trotted into the field. There was no way to close off the section of fence that was big enough to drive a car through, and I thought about parking my car across the space. But when I walked back up the embankment to my car, another car was parked behind mine.
I was going to call the police when the lady in that car said she had already called 911 and I could go if I wanted and she'd stay there and wait for the police. So, winded as I was, I climbed back in my car... and looked in my mirror at the wind-blown brillo pad of a hairstyle the Oklahoma winds had rearranged for me. I laughed out loud and told my granddaughters, "I look like a mad-woman." We drove away with great joy that no cars had been involved in a very bad accident and the horse had been spared. It wasn't until I was headed down the road that I realized that I'd never led a horse by a halter in my entire 66 years of life. WHAT WAS I THINKING?