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Riding For Their Lives, Two Cowboys Find One Another On The Way Home

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A Story By Benjamin Groff© Groff Media2024©. Truth Endures

In the rugged expanse of the 1870s, the badlands of old Mexico were no place for the faint of heart. The sun beat down relentlessly on the arid landscape, casting long shadows as two figures galloped toward the distant border of the United States. Dust rose in their wake, marking their desperate flight from a fate they did not deserve.


Thomas “Tommy” Bellamy and Javier “Javi” Morales were not hardened outlaws, but the cards got dealt against them. In a dimly lit cantina, they had accused two desperados of cheating at poker—a claim that sparked a barfight and ended in gunfire. The local sheriff, a man of questionable integrity, saw an opportunity to pin the shootout on Tommy and Javi, branding them as evil men. With the threat of hard labor or the horrors of Mexican prisons looming, their only hope lay in reaching the safety of the U.S. border.


The journey was fraught with challenges. The badlands were an unforgiving terrain with little water and less mercy. Their horses, Midnight and Sol, were their only companions in the vast, empty wilderness. Days blended into nights as they pushed on, driven by the fear of capture and the promise of freedom.


As the miles stretched on, so did Tommy and Javi’s bond. In the quiet moments between the relentless pursuit, they found solace in each other’s company. Around the campfire, under a canopy of stars, they shared stories of their pasts—Tommy, the son of a Tennessee farmer, and Javi, the orphaned child of a Mexican peasant. Their differences faded in the face of their shared struggle, and a deep, unspoken connection began to blossom.


One night, as the embers of their fire glowed softly, Tommy glanced over at Javi. The flickering light cast shadows across Javi’s face, highlighting the weariness and determination etched into his features. Tommy felt a pang of emotion he could not quite place—a mix of admiration, respect, and more.


“Javi,” Tommy began hesitantly, “I don’t know what I’d do without you out here.”
Javi looked up, his dark eyes reflecting the flames. “We’re in this together, Tommy. Always have been, always will be.”


Their eyes locked, and the world around them seemed to fade away at that moment. Tommy reached out, his hand trembling slightly, and Javi met his touch with a quiet intensity. It was a tentative gesture, a bridge between fear and hope, and it spoke volumes more than words ever could.


As the days turned into weeks, their bond grew more pungent, transcending the physical hardships they faced. They encountered hostile landscapes, battled exhaustion, and evaded pursuers while drawing strength from each other. In a land where trust was scarce and betrayal familiar, they had found something rare and precious—unwavering loyalty and love.
One evening, as they neared the border, they found a small, abandoned shack. Exhausted and hungry, they decided to take shelter for the night. Inside, the air was cool, and the silence was broken only by the distant howls of coyotes. They sat close, their shoulders touching, as they shared a meager meal.


“Tommy,” Javi said softly, “do you ever think about what we’ll do once we cross the border?”
Tommy nodded, his gaze fixed on the horizon. “Yeah, I do. We’ll find a place to start fresh. Somewhere we can be free.”


Javi smiled, a rare sight that lit up his face. “As long as we’re together, we’ll make it.”
The border was within reach, but the journey was far from over. The two men knew the dangers that awaited them on the other side, but they faced them with a newfound determination. They were not just running from a past they did not deserve but running toward a future they could build together.


As dawn broke, they saddled their horses and got ready for the final leg of their ride. Tommy glanced at Javi, his heart swelling with pride and affection. They were outlaws by circumstance, but they had found something true and pure in each other.


With a shared nod, they spurred their horses forward, leaving behind the badlands of old Mexico and riding toward the promise of a new life. Their path was uncertain, but their bond was unbreakable, forged in the fires of adversity and tempered by the strength of their love.

~ ROSE ~ A WILD HORSE FOR A SUMMER WITH BUD

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Bud was only 14 when he first met what would become his best friend for the summer. She had never been around people running wild in a pasture since birth. A 3-year-old Dunn filly, a horse commonly referred to in the region as a Red-River-Dunn for its color, a reddish tint coat with black stockings, mane, and tail. She had darker red hair around her mane and ears, slicked down her jacket, and features made for a beautiful horse.

Bud’s dad bought her at a horse auction, and he and Bud went to load Rose; she had never been touched. Getting a rope to place a halter on her was a rodeo of itself in the lots behind the auction house. Getting her loaded into a trailer was a site to see. She reared and fought, tearing the trailer’s tail lights, clearance lights, and various fixtures off the trailer before finally getting into the trailer, most likely tiring from repeated attempts to load. No whips or harsh attempts were made to get Rose into the trailer; she never saw such strange things and was frightened by their appearance.

After a ride home, Bud wondered if the new horse would still be standing; it was long after midnight when they arrived back at the farm. As they pulled into the barnyard, Bud’s dad backed the trailer into an empty pen and unloaded the horse. The father and son gave the horse some hay and water and a gallon of oats. Then, the two went to the house; it had been a long night.

A technique known as plow-driving or plow-reining

A few hours later, which most people would describe as the following day, Bud and his father were up with sunrise. That is the way you work on a farm. They went to do their chores. By the time Bud got to the barn where the new horse was, he was shocked to see his dad had a saddle on it and was behind it, plow-driving it. Plow-driving is a process where one runs a rope from each side of the bridal through the stirrups of a saddle to about ten feet behind the horse to teach it reign before mounting it and training it at riding; it is very similar to what you would see a farmer doing to guide his draw-horse behind a plow on a farm.

Bud had always heard of how his dad had a magic touch with horses but never witnessed the gift so many spoke about. What happened next would deepen the mystery even greater.

Bud’s dad saw him entering the pen and said,

“I am glad you are here; it is time for you to get on her. I think we will call her Rose.”

The father then proceeded to gather the reigns in his hands and walked up to steady the bridal and hold the horse steady. As he did, he angled the horse’s head, and Bud could see his father quietly speaking into the horse’s ear. Then his father said,

“It is ok now. You can get on.”

Bud stood there thinking that not 8 hours earlier, they had watched this horse, which a human had never touched, nearly destroy an endgate on a stock trailer, taking over an hour to load from a dock where it usually takes five minutes for the most problematic cases. But Bud trusted his dad and knew he would never place him in danger, so he went up. He was expecting to be going for an 8-second Bronco ride.

After Bud settled in the saddle, he first experienced what he would describe to friends and family as the Cadillac ride. Using just two leather reins from a halter and not a bridle, he clicked his mouth for Rose to go, and she began walking. He reigned her using the plow-rein system; he gradually began using neck touch reining by letting the rein on the neck tell the horse which direction you wanted it to go. Rose was incredibly talented, a fast learner, and became acquainted with people fast. On the first day, the father and son had the horse performing levels of training that typically take weeks or months for other horses.

Bud’s dad said, as the day progressed,

“Rose will be yours for the summer. We sold Sam, which was your horse, so I wanted to buy this green horse to get you something to work on.”

A green horse needs training in horsemanship, riding, leading, mannerisms, and behavior. Bud feared Rose would be a challenge if she had any flashbacks and wanted to return to her before human days. 

The next day, Bud’s biggest concern was the end of school before Summer break. He had fourth-quarter tests to pass. Rose would have to hold until he had his schooling squared away, but he knew she’d be waiting for the summer that was about to come.

Watch for part 2 tomorrow!