I got down and put Okie away. He was a sorrel, 15 hands high and built like a moose. Not a cuddly horse, he didn’t show the slightest interest in my grooming efforts, turned his head away when I patted him and definitely didn’t like an arm thrown over his neck. He endured it for maybe two seconds and then raised his head to slide my arm off him.
Jake let me try him in the arena. ‘Okay, loose rein. He’s a reiner. Get off his face.’
I did as I was told.
I smiled and nodded. An immense sum. If I bought a horse, I’d therefore also be boarding a horse, buying all its tack, paying for a farrier, shots, worming, vet bills if something went wrong or he injured himself.