Helplessly, she had allowed Grams to
push her down on a hay bale to remove her shoes and replace them with toe boots
that forced her to walk on the balls of her feet on steel horse shoes that
clicked ominously when she walked.
She stood passively as Grams admired
her, praising her for being the best pony girl ever! Kirsten was not so sure
she liked this distinction, but she went along with it. What else could she do?
She was completely dependent on Grams for anything and everything!
Even when Grams backed her between
the shafts of her small two wheel cart and fastened her to the shafts, she did
not resist. She felt Grams weight tip the cart as she settled in place and then
felt Grams shaking the reins to urge her to start out.
Hesitantly, Kirsten walked forward
smoothly, the cart following easily on well balanced wheels as she pulled it
from the shed where Grams kept it.