1620. Love of horses

Ross Randerson was into horses, so it was just as well he had a big farm. People said they reckoned he had a horse of every colour and shape. There was a horse there for every need, except the need for a horse these days wasn’t so common.

I guess when you’re as rich as Ross Randerson you can afford to have so many equine animals. The local equestrian society members were most unhappy with him. With so many horses how could he properly take care of them? Some of the mares seemed to have foals willy-nilly. It was irresponsible for Ross Randerson not to manage things better.

Only the other day the vet had been called because apparently a horse had slipped down a bank and broken a leg. Word has it that it had to be put down. With proper care such things need not happen.

These horses were not race horses, or pack horses, or draught horses, or whatever. They were ordinary, run-of-the-mill horses like those that horse lovers have in their back field as a hobby. Except Ross Randerson had a whole lot more. Quite often you would see a car stopped on the side of the road while photographs were taken of the horses galloping around the meadows. Such grace! Such regal grandeur! The white ponies with flowing blonde manes were everyone’s favourite!

Some people wondered how Ross Randerson could afford so many horses. How come he was so rich? Some knew and some didn’t. There’s a lot of money in dog food.

21 thoughts on “1620. Love of horses

    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      I know that old horses sometimes contribute to canine sustenance. In my childhood, the farmer next door, who was Scottish – and never wore socks and put jam on his porridge – would kill a horse to feed the farm dogs.

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      1. observationblogger

        Right, so I’m gathering there is validity to that assumption. Thanks for clarifying Bruce. It’s why I’ve never eaten meat off the street here in Colombia. I would hate to suddenly spout ‘Nayyyy’

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  1. umashankar

    What a beauty! You are the Archangel of flash fiction. Despite its brevity, the story has enough grist for the mill. It has drawn a detailed picture of the farm where the horses are being raised, the natural beauty of the equine species as they gallop and gambol about the farm in horses and, the scepticism of the specialists which turns out to be too fearfully true after all, in that wicked twist.

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    1. Bruce Goodman Post author

      Thanks, Uma. I was a little shocked myself when it came to “inventing” a conclusion. (I might add in parenthesis that when living in Quebec horse meat – available everywhere in the supermarket – was the loveliest meat of all…)

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