I stood up slowly and began to walk back up the hill
I had been riding that horse only because a friend of mine, Steve Millace, who usually rode it, had gone to his father's funeral
What a stupid job for a grown man, I thought
Then I felt surprised with my self/. Riding horses was the only job I knew, and I couldn't do it unless I enjoyed it
"I love it, of course I do," I told myself