This reminds me of the fall that Soapweed and his sister, Sandra, were in school. Sybil would have been five that comiing January, it must have been the fall of 1962. I didn't have a hired man and it seemed like I had cattle to move quite often and I saddled Spot up for Sybil who, like your daughter, never wanted to be left behind! One day my mother (Sybil's grandma) asked her, "Do you ride along just for tihe fun of it or do you actually go to help your dad?" Sybil said, "Heck, I have to do about all the work! Dad's always up ahead opening gates and moving cattle out of the way and never helps me drive the cattle."
Old Spot was a wonderful kid horse. She bucked green horn hired men off about as fast as they got on but she taught Soapweed, Sandra and Sybil the art of being cowboys, automatically doing what she would have done if being ridden by an experienced cowhand.