I was cantering in the arena — balanced, smooth and relaxed. Three strides before the corner, Jackson bucked. Caught unaware and unprepared, I was tossed to the side of the saddle. As I scrambled back up, the next buck lifted me further off balance. I let go, pushing myself away from his shoulder and dropping to the ground. The sand was hard. It hurt. Jackson slid to a confused stop and stared at me with questioning dark eyes.
You chose the other;
The wife and children, the known.
I let you go.