The Zaneta Story (The Diamond T. Ranch, 1986)

Thirty years have passed, but I remember it like it was yesterday, it’s 1986, we’re at the Diamond T. Ranch, in Minnesota. Zaneta is eleven years old, somewhere. The value here lies in the premise, with plot or account progression being less important! It bends the laws of nature and apparently, for me, orbits the paranormal; but it is worth telling.

It was on the summer weekends that I took Zaneta places, and since this story is about the Diamond T. Ranch, she was familiar with horseback riding, and we would bunch up with a group of people and ride through the woods. on old horse trails, and here and there the guide let us gallop up a hill or two. About twelve people to the group. Zaneta received a larger than normal horse this day and a more stubborn than expected horse. And as we trotted through the many trails into the forest, all was well, me and my horse were behind Zaneta and her horse, then suddenly and abruptly the lead horse galloped down a slope, Zaneta’s horse reared up and bucked , jumped into a gallop, and sped past all the other horses, with such force that Zaneta flew from the seat of her saddle into the air, a meter from the hide, as if she were going to go away from the earth’s atmosphere: the horse in a deep rage, bucking, kicking and galloping up this hill faster and harder and Zaneta flying several times from the seat of her saddle, it was as if an angelic being was sitting behind her, carrying her down firmly and securely and holding her momentarily in the chair.

I was quite terrified, and had a hard time trying to compose myself, feeling like I was about to be thrown off the horse at any moment. She was in a lot of pain and anguish, Zaneta was as if she didn’t even realize what was happening. At such a time, there is nothing a parent can do for the child except prayer; but I do believe that the angel was in front of me.

Well, the sun got hotter in the woods, Zaneta gripped the horse’s bridle with a firmer tint, and she wasn’t distracted by the whole account at all, so I sat happily in my saddle at ease as we continued on our way. unconcerned about the horses, and more about the flies, and the many birds that fly to and fro, from the forest, the branches hit the horses’ faces, then cooled by the gentle breeze that comes down the hill to the house from the ranch, after which the When we approached the horse stables and corral, the caravan horses quickened their pace, knowing that water and oats were at hand.

I approached Zaneta, after we got back to the ranch house we had a coke and ate something: she looked at me a little surprised at my concern, as if it wasn’t necessary.

Note: This story was started in 2009 and was forgotten due to lack of experience in putting it into words, it is now rewritten for this next book, and in the hope that it will be adapted to the book in general. #1101/7-23-2015/Revised, 1-2016.