Horse

I stood next to her and watched as a fine, young horse loped around the corral, close to the fence, keeping an easy gait. She squinted, her eyes following the horse. Then she said, “His gait’s off. It’s his left front.” I kept my eyes on the horse’s hooves, trying to see what she had seen, but I could not. I asked her. She said, “Don’t look at the hooves. Watch how his head moves. That’s the tell. See how his head bobs up when the left fore lands? He’s taking the weight off that leg. That’s where he’s hurt.”