A picture is worth a thousand words

I woke up one morning, and like the usual, I had to bring the cattle some water. I wasn't hungry that morning so I decided to skip breakfast. My dad called, "Hey, Jane! Did you bring the-, "I'm going dad", I interrupted him. It was one of those days where I wasn't in the mood of doing anything. With sleepy eyes, I walked towards the well with 2 buckets, one on each hand. I filled up one bucket, then the other one, and walked back to the cattle, then left the buckets of water near them. It was extremely sunny and hot, I thought it was weird because we're in fall, and it's usually cold. I decided to take a break, I sat down below a tree, and behind me were some bushes.

Behind the bushes I heard a weird scoff coming from behind the bushes. I turned around an unexpectedly saw a horse laying down. He was hurt, his legs were all swollen and bleeding. It looked like someone had beaten him up, and he had escaped because he still had a piece of rope around his neck. I tried to remove the piece of rope still on his neck, but he tried to bite me. His actions told me he was scared. He started to growl at me.

I tried to be gentle as gentle as possible and he finally let me take the rope off his neck. I could tell that he knew I wasn't going to hurt him because he got closer to me. He looked at me with his sad eyes. My guess was that no one wanted him since he was all beat up. I decided to keep him, I named him Roscoe. I always remembered to feed him after I was done feeding the cattle. My dad let me keep him but he never let Roscoe by the house. I kept him tied up to a tree every time we had dinner.

One day, Grandma Rose asked me to go to the store and buy some bread. So i untied Roscoe and before I climbed on him, dad called and said, "Be careful". When I got to the store, it looked like it was being robbed. "Why would someone be robbing a small store? It's not like there would be a large amount of money" I thought. There were two guys pointing their guns at the clerk. The clerk gave them all the cash he had. I tried to hide, but Roscoe accidentally stepped on a puddle of mud which made noise. The two men saw us, they pointed their guns at me, I didn't run because if i tried, they would probably shoot me.

They demanded I give them my horse. They tried to take Roscoe away from me but he stood up on his back legs and kicked them, he knocked them out. I checked in the thieves' pockets and took the little amount of money they had stolen and gave it back to the clerk. "Thank you so much! you have a great horse there." the clerk said. "Oh, It's nothing. Anyway, I'd like to buy some bread please." I said. "You can have it for free. This is my way or repaying you miss." "Thank you." I said. I rode Roscoe back home. When I got home, everyone was in the living room, and I'm guessing they were waiting for the bread because their plates were there untouched. My brother, Owen asked, "What took you so long? I'm hungry!" "We're all waiting for you" my sister Lizzie said. "Something happened, but uh, not important" I said, Then I smiled.

Dad said, "Roscoe must be hungry, Why don't ya feed him Jane?" I forgot to tied Roscoe to the tree. When I was about to walk out the door, he was there. Dad decided to let him hang around by the house. So I sat back down and finished my food. Then I started feeding Roscoe pieces of bread. My youngest brother, Jimmy started arguing with Owen because he ate too fast and he didn't have any manners. But it was okay, I was used to them arguing all the time.