8: Just buy the horse

You just never know, she thought, you never know when the choice might be taken away from you altogether. You sit on the fence and wait for things, the right moment, the right person, the right opportunity. And then maybe, one day, you realize it’s up to you to make the right moment, or let everything pass you by. You have to act.

I need to do this, I’ve wanted a horse my whole life for chrissakes. The fact that I haven’t bought one yet is ridiculous! Molly continued to reason with herself, pushing herself past the discomfort of making such a big commitment.

That night Molly had a small get together for Greta. Some local family came and Frank drove down from Kincardine. Molly was in a tizzy over her visit with Chuckles and was looking for support for her decision to purchase him.  Greta was fully on board with Molly, “Get the horse Molly, it’s what you want, just do it.”

Frank was more cautionary. “Is the owner rushing you to purchase? It’s a big expense to own a horse, much more than just the initial purchase price.”

Molly was annoyed by Frank’s advice, viewing it as negative, although in reality, it was very appropriate advice. Frank was a cautious sort of fellow, a guy who thought long and hard about any decision he made. If he ever came to a decision to make a move on something you can be sure there was some long and serious deliberation that went into it. Frank could see that Molly wanted this, even he was excited about the idea of a horse purchase. He had grown up with his fathers horses, and had Clydesdales of his own at his farm. He could see that Molly needed this, she’d been through a lot and maybe she was right, maybe you just never know what’s going to happen.

So Molly made the call to Natalie. 

“Hi Natalie it’s Molly, how are you!?” Molly spoke with the intensity of someone checking their winning lotto numbers.

“I’m good thanks, how are you doing?” Natalie replied casually.

“I’m great, listen, I’ve made my decision about Chuckles, and I’d like to take him. I don’t need a vet check,” Molly continued.

“Oh that’s great! I’m very happy to hear that, I can see he’d be very happy with you,” said Natalie.

“I still need to organize the trailering, but I was thinking of sometime next week?” offered Molly.

“Hmmm, I’ll be leaving in three days for Europe. If you can’t get him before then, I’ll put him in our front paddock since his pasture mate is leaving in two days. I can let my parents know if you’re coming. There are some sheep in that paddock that will keep him company,” said Natalie, not seeming at all concerned about leaving her horse alone to be picked up and possibly never see him again.

“Oh, okay!” replied Molly, “I just don’t know how I’ll be moving him yet but I’ll figure it out!”

 “My parents have sold their farm and will be moving in the next week as well, so it definitely needs to happen before they leave on the Friday.”

Molly was taken aback at the pace things were moving. She had nowhere to keep the horse much less a trailer to move it with. 

“Natalie, I’ll have to get back to you once I sort out the timing,” confirmed Molly.

“Ok, let me know and I’ll talk to you soon. Also, I’ll need payment in cash but I’ll provide you with a receipt.”

“Oh, ok, and I’ll pay you full price for Chuckles!” said Molly, not really understanding why she did so.

The truth was, she didn’t even want to negotiate. Molly had (almost) sealed the deal and it was an elevating feeling. Just what she needed. Without hesitation, Frank offered to pick up the horse and bring it home to his farm. He arranged to get off work and could make the trip on the Friday. It was now Wednesday so that gave them just over a week to prepare. Molly also arranged to get off work for the occasion. Everything was working out perfectly.

The following week flew by and Molly could hardly believe what was about to happen. She was about to pick up her new horse. She had made a lifelong dream a reality, it was surreal. She arrived at Franks farm on the Thursday so they could get an early start to pick up Chuckles Friday morning. Franks dad, who never missed a chance to take a trip that involved livestock, was also coming along. This delighted Molly.


Bill kept several horses at his farm down the road from his son’s farm. He’d owned many animals over the years, including a pair of haflingers, a small, hardy breed of horses known for their light red coloured body hair and flaxen mane and tail. Bill had also kept a saddle horse for his daughter Sue. Long before she got married, moved away and had kids.  

On Friday morning they piled into the truck and set out at 5:30 a.m. There was excitement in the air and Molly was beyond happy.  It was one of the happiest moments of her life. After about an hour they arrived at the small farm and pulled in to the gravel driveway. Bill hopped out and opened the gate.  They were greeted by Natalies mother, who had the unusual name of “Wolf”.  Molly wondered how the woman had come to have the name Wolf, and imagined her parents must have been extreme hippies, but then again, she was too old to have hippy parents. Maybe she was German? Wolf was a man’s name, she thought.  Anyways, it was cool, who wouldn’t want to be a “Wolf”. 

They were soon joined by Wolf’s husband, Steven.  Wolf and Steven showed Molly where Chuckles stuff was, Natalie had left some things for Molly, things she thought she might need. Chuckles was now in a grassy field with a small herd of sheep and stood looking at Molly as she approached him. He was more alert this time, like he knew something was about to happen.

Wold offered Molly some tips on how to lead Chuckles. “You hold the lead like this, and look ahead, lead him with confidence”, she said, holding the lead and purposefully walking him out of the field. He went willingly, but was a little more excited than the first time Molly had met him, a little fresh.

Wolf handed Molly the lead and she walked him around, letting him eat a little grass and then walking around a little more.

“I’m walking my horse,” she thought with utter glee and excitement. The feeling was pure love when she looked at this amazing animal. There’s no other word for it.

With one hand holding Chuckles lead, and the other hand reaching into her coat pocket, Molly pulled out the envelope of money and handed it to Wolf.

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