He replied that he had been scared stiff, but if everybody else could do it he could too. He just locked his hands around the saddle horn of George the Mule and let George do the rest. I told Jim that what I usually do is put guys who have never ridden on horses that have never been ridden so they can start equal. Maybe when you come hunting with me you can ride Shadow, if he doesn't happen to have a hangover from a night of drunken debauchery at the Million Dollar Cowboy Bar in Jackson. He particularly likes the barstool saddles.
Horses are always hungry.
In fact, hungry horse is redundant terminology. Dollar and I were packing a deer down a mountain and the trail was really slick and muddy. In the middle of the slope was a particularly succulent clump of grass, so he timed it just right and grabbed a mouthfull as he slid by. I was on. I was in full camouflage, from head to toe, and the breeze was blowing from her to me.