First Day with Prancing Dan

We called him Prancing Dan,my brother Raymond and me;beautiful this restless horse(his bright-copper sidestepping--ballet-like, prairie style),teenager like us, as horses go,Nebraska–born too,bred on whirlwind-dust and knobby hail,harnessed too young, like us(men by necessity). Now teamed with a veteran mare,bit in his teeth as pride commanded,he gritted his way through morning,the long blade of his mowing-machinelaying cut-down stems of wheat like carpet,re-coloring the yellowing fieldtill n...