so_she_can_watch_it_later fyn gula the jimmy stewart man has many things to say and none of it makes him want to buy the horse. he listens and thinks, "this is a smart man, who loves his only child." this is when she comes out of the woods in a gallop and she's smiling as if she's flying into heaven. she rides to the empty arena and he watches her enter. jack is a rocket held to the ground by ropes already fraying. she is a princess and if there were crowds, they would be cheering. he would be the loudest, on his feet, waving. he films it so she can watch it later and remember this brief moment, that day in february when she met the horse that could be her own, but jack was too hot. thoroughbred and quarter. too much. for in the cross country area, jack bolted when she loosened the reins. "it was the wind in his face," she said. it was the pink in her cheeks, the blush of a frightened little girl, and he thought she was in trouble. "tell her to sit back," the jimmy stewart man said. she already knew that. jack was the gentleman and listened to her and did what she wanted. jack wanted to be hers. jack wanted to be out of the stall. above her a hawk soared, and as he watched it, he saw something in its mouth and as he caught his breath, thankful to god that she was safe, he said, "it has my heart." 010209 what's it to you? who go blather from