This is our own little hometown girl, Samantha Wilder. She is one of the best little barrel racers I’ve seen in a long time. Let’s give it up for her and cheer her on. Go get ‘em, Sam!” “You heard him, baby. Go get ‘em.” Jamie smiled from next to Samantha’s horse. “Aw, Mom,” Samantha grumbled before she kicked her mare and moved away. Jamie took her place at the fence as Sam started her run. She made the first turn with a great time, but when she headed for the second barrel, she lost her balance and tumbled to the ground. Jamie hopped the fence and took off at a dead run toward her daughter. When she reached her side, Samantha lay in the dirt crying and holding her left arm. “Oh, God. Sammy, are you all right?” “Mommy, my arm hurts.” “It’s okay, baby. Hold on. The paramedics will be here in a jif.” Jamie wiped the tears cutting a path down her daughter’s dirty cheeks. She knew if Sam cried, she must really be hurt and she didn’t like the angle of her arm.
