i hug the brakes going slo mo down the hill parking the truck near the first group of horses , jump , kitten-like out the truck and climb with gloves and boot toes onto the tail gate then kick the snot of the first hay bale as it grunts in silent and whips out the tail end of the truck onto the green grass while the horses lift their faces and stare at me then stare at the hay then patiently wait for me to leave .