Maggie looked at me with the same thought in mind, heck yes! We just needed to get mom and dad to let us use the car since my old clunker was being repaired, again.
Dad responded, "Thank you for the offer, we'll think about it."
"I understand, here's my business card. Feel free to drop by and look around. I will need you to sign a liability waiver."
Dad took the card thanking Jolene for the offer. The rest of the day we kept bringing up how nice it would be to learn to ride. I think mom and dad agreed to let us try just to shut us up.
When we got home dad called Jolene to set a day and time to look around. About a week later, we drove out to Jolene's place. Mom and dad wanted to see what her place looked like and what we were going to do. Jolene had them sign the waivers. Dad was a bit reluctant but mom made sure he signed. Since school was out we started the next day. I drove us out early so Jolene could instruct us then get on with her business.
June went quickly; the weather warmed making the days out in the country very pleasant. We seemed to be going out to Jolene's more frequently than we had planned. We bought ourselves cowboy boots after mom complained about horse poop on our tennis shoes. Jolene took us to a store that specialized in western wear owned by a woman she knew so we would get a good price. She showed us the various styles, some for show and some for actual work. She watched as we both tried various boots on giggling when we walked in them for the first time. She and the owner whispered to each other resulting in more giggles.
We got some jeans that fit really snug. Jolene had us try on quite a few pair, commenting again while we modeled. They told us they needed to be snug but not too tight. We seemed to try on more pairs than we really needed to. I felt like some should have been painted on since I had to hold my breath to get the zipper to go up. The store owner threw in a blouse for each of us, which of course we modeled with our selected pants.
When they were finally satisfied with our new "cowgirl" look we headed back to Jolene's to get everything dirty. Mom was glad we had those clothes; she washed them separately at the laundromat so they wouldn't foul up her washer. We ended up going back and getting three sets to ease mom's trips washing them.
I guess it was July Jolene started to get a bit "friendlier". She'd hang out in the morning a bit longer, watching us work with the horses, commenting on how we were doing. She'd bring us snacks, pausing to talk with us while we ate. Every once in a while she'd tell us not to bring a lunch because she'd made something for her dinner and she'd made too much. We'd go to the the "bunk house" where she'd bring in a Dutch oven or some other pot that always had something delicious in it. We'd eat, talk, and giggle as we ate, taking way more time than we normally did. She seemed to enjoy being around us as much as we enjoyed her cooking and being around her.
She hadn't given us any riding lessons to this point. We were both starting to grumble a bit during those lunches. Prior to us leaving one day she suggested we start riding. That made our day. I got that heart racing rush that comes over you when you wake up Christmas morning to open your presents. We both hardly slept that night anxious to reap the rewards of our hard work.
The next morning, did our chores anxiously awaiting for Jolene to keep her promise. She came out with a big grin on her face, dressed in her grubby jeans and boots, her long hair tied back. We walked over to the stalls with our anxiousness in full view. Patiently, she explained the finer points of saddling up her babies. We went into the barn and grabbed the tack as she monitored us. We led the horses out into the corral to prepare them for riding. We did as instructed one at a time, Jolene's hands guiding us as we synched, tightened, loosened then did it all again. When I'd first met Jolene I noticed how rough her hands seemed to be. When she was helping us her hands actually felt very soft but strong. I know it's a strange feeling but I enjoyed her guidance. She was very patient with us both, gently correcting us when we'd miss something or put something on wrong. She took turns with Maggie and I so she could focus on what we were doing. We both kidded each other about our mistakes. Jolene reminded us we're learning. It's okay to make a mistake when you haven't done something before.
At last when she was satisfied we had it right we lead the two out. Jolene helped boost each of us into the saddle, her firm hand on my tush pushing me up felt odd but nice at the same time. Our first time all we did was trot around the corral. We learned how to sit, turn and get them to start and stop. It wasn't a lot of fun but we were on horses and that's why we were there. I got to ride Cinnamon.
Jolene watched from the ground as we took turns showing her we had mastered the commands. She offered pointers, smiling with the rapid progress two "city girls" made with her beloved mares. The whole episode took a couple of hours, it didn't seem that long. When we were done we put everything away and brushed our mounts with a new respect and admiration.
Jolene commended us on being quick studies. She told us she'd taught a few girls in the past with more knowledge than we had but, they hadn't advanced to riding around like we did. With the horses and tack were put away, Jolene hugged us good bye, congratulating us on our accomplishments. We beamed as we thanked her for letting us ride. She promised she'd let us ride more frequently. She commented that she should have done that some time ago if she'd known we'd be so good at it. We told her it was because we had a good teacher. Her face lit up with pride.
