That's a picture I took last summer of Adam riding Tude, the horse he pastures here.
Yesterday Adam went riding, and Tude returned alone.
Shortly after the horse arrived, Adam and Jessica drove up the driveway. What a relief! A saddled, riderless horse is one of the more scary things I can think of.
Adam had been galloping across a field on Tude when the big horse suddenly came upon a ditch, spooked sideways, and sent Adam hurtling over his head. Adam said he had seen stars when he hit the ground, but was generally OK.
Once Adam was tossed, Tude came home at a dead run along the side of the highway where he's always been ridden.
He was sweating and breathing hard when he arrived.
Now you know why this cowardly woman never lets a horse run with her; if there's going to be trouble on horseback, it usually will happen when they're at a full gallop.