The size-up. "You obviously don't know what you're facing, you old nag."
Jen shouts out: "Take one step forward and I'll grab your tail and swing you around, Hoss."
I'm shocked, amazed. I took my eye off the scene and the next thing I see the horse tumbling. Jen must have cracked it with her left fist followed by a vicious double-tap with the right. Believe me when I say it's a formidable combination. Meantime, the horse is in trouble. I'm hoping nobody witnessed this rather cruel act. We could be imprisoned for the night. What was she thinking?
I then heard a lot of neighing and what seemed like laughing, almost giggling. The only crack was the horse cracking up. Apparently, when she heard Jen's threat, she collapsed to the ground because she was horsing about. She was hysterical with laughter in a horsey sort of context. 'Jenni crack her?' What a joke.
Jen becomes nervous after the horse resurfaces. She offers a snack. The atmosphere becomes tense.
Tough woman makes a classical retreat. I think I know where I'll be sleeping tonight...hay. At least it could be a stable rest for a change.
It's rude to point but Jenni encourages the victor to eat the dropped snack rather than take a bite out of her.
Never bite the hand that feeds you, says the horse whisperer, and especially not mine. This is one smart lady.
The next day, she returns for nectarines. I told you she's smart. (Poor quality photo omitted). I have one beautiful person as a wife and now a smart girlfriend. I feel I'm back in Utah.