bolting down the highway

Camped at farm off Hwy 62 not much signal short post.

Highlight of day was walking by goat herd, guard dogs spring up out of
nowhere scaring us both, Walter spins and bolts down the highway at a
dead run. Facing 75 mph traffic.

Found out I can ride his gallop! One-rein stop hopeless, all I could
do was "aim the bullet" which I  did,
keeping him on the asphalt shoulder and guiding him onto the grass,
where he slowed after a bit and I got him turned and stopped.

And then rode him by the goats and dogs at a walk. Walter stopped to
pee. I told him I just about beat him to it 10 minutes ago...