Excerpt from Crossing Boarders, a Christian Fiction Novel
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The bright, northern Ohio sun was just starting
to peek its rays above the tall pine trees that outlined the barn
property. There was a warm humidity starting to rise, signaling a
potentially warm and sticky day on the horizon. The front door of the
tan metal barn was wide open allowing the fresh air breeze to filter its
way down the aisle. The horses were all munching peacefully on their
breakfast while last-minute checks were taking place before the big
trip.
“Everything’s loaded up then?” the somewhat unfriendly but experienced truck driver asked me. He looked gruff on the outside, graying beard and typical trucker hat with buttoned down plaid shirt. Deep inside I could tell he had a kind heart toward animals. At least that was what I was hoping for.
I had spent the last three weeks packing and repacking for this trip so no, I wasn’t sure if everything was loaded up or not. I had the saddle, bridles, girths, saddle pads, and all the colorful polo wraps I could find packed into the tack stall in the shipping trailer. This was the first time in my entire life that I wasn’t the one hauling my own horse. I was extremely nervous yet extremely thankful to not have the burden of traveling alone.
I had hired someone, someone with border crossing experience, to haul my young Hanoverian gelding across the Canadian border. It was a trip I had been dying to take for several years, but until recently had little to no funding to do. After saving up for the past three years my dream was finally coming true, and I was nervous as all get out. Read more.
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“Everything’s loaded up then?” the somewhat unfriendly but experienced truck driver asked me. He looked gruff on the outside, graying beard and typical trucker hat with buttoned down plaid shirt. Deep inside I could tell he had a kind heart toward animals. At least that was what I was hoping for.
I had spent the last three weeks packing and repacking for this trip so no, I wasn’t sure if everything was loaded up or not. I had the saddle, bridles, girths, saddle pads, and all the colorful polo wraps I could find packed into the tack stall in the shipping trailer. This was the first time in my entire life that I wasn’t the one hauling my own horse. I was extremely nervous yet extremely thankful to not have the burden of traveling alone.
I had hired someone, someone with border crossing experience, to haul my young Hanoverian gelding across the Canadian border. It was a trip I had been dying to take for several years, but until recently had little to no funding to do. After saving up for the past three years my dream was finally coming true, and I was nervous as all get out. Read more.
Return to Product Information Page.