"Relax," said Dad. "Let your body go with the horse."
Maggie tried, but it was hard. Finally she realized that she hadn't fallen off yet, and let out her breath. She felt sort of proud. Not many kids had ridden a horse this big, she told herself.
When Dad said it was time to stop, Maggie looked down. It was too far to jump, but Dad grabbed her around the middle and lifted her off.
Just then a green truck drove up hauling a wooden wagon. Dad grinned and waved at the driver of the truck. "That's Larry with the wagon he sold me."
"Good morning," called Larry as he got out of the truck. "That's a mighty nice horse you've got there." His tent-like bib overalls rocked as he considered the horse from every angle.
"Thank you," said Dad. "I'm glad you brought the wagon so I can start driving my team."
Larry turned to Dad. "Ever drive a team before?" he asked.
"Well, not since I was a kid," Dad admitted. "I did more riding than driving, but my grandpa had a team."
"I see," said Larry. "A fellow can get in a lot of trouble with horses if he doesn't know what he's doing."