A "driveway night." Walter is still having issues with his right hip since the barbed wire wreck. I've had him seen by two vets, both of whom I paid to watch me lead him around, say they could see nothing wrong and suggest "maybe he just needs rest." He's not lame, and they may not see anything wrong, but he keeps his weight off that leg whenever he's standing, holds it out at an unnatural angle when he pees, and I can feel it "off" when I ride. Now today, fully packed, he again began seriously lagging at about 8 miles, constantly stopping and cocking his hip to rest it. So at 9 miles, before we even reached Gould, I rode a mile north to the more populated highway and turned up the driveway of the first ranch property I saw.
Fortune was with us. The owner, Harry C., was about to leave on a 10-day trip. Before he left, he set Walter up in a nice big pen full of Bermuda grass, showed me where the water and electric were and said to set my tent up anywhere. Then he drove off, trusting me on his place. I camped next to Walter in a grassy area, both of us content.
The next morning a friend of his, Marvin, delivered hot coffee and sausage biscuits - what a nice way to start the day! Apparently Mr. C. told Marvin we were there. Then it was off for another hot day on shadeless county roads, but not far to Hollis.
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