As the cash changes hands, the minister cautions him, “Presently this is certainly not a standard pony. I’ve shown this one distinct order… ” “To inspire him to run, you should say “Glory be!”
And to make him stop you should say “So be it”.” The cowpoke says thanks to him and heads out on his new pony. Soon after that, the cowpoke chooses to try out the pony…
He saddles up and mounts, then kick his heels, shouting “Heyahh!”… The pony simply remains there, unmoving. Gracious no doubt, the farmer thinks, recollecting what the minister said, “Glory be!” As the pony bolts into a full sprint, the farmer hangs on with a death grip…
“Woah! Dial back!” He hollers while pulling hard at the reins. Yet, the pony keeps running at maximum velocity, straight for the edge of a tall precipice. “Stop! Woah!” he proceeds…
The pony wouldn’t stop or try and dial back. As the bluff draws nearer and closer, the rancher acknowledges he is going to kick the bucket and rapidly supplicates… “God, save my spirit and pardon my wrongdoings, So be it.” Out of nowhere, the pony slides to a stop, right at the actual edge of the precipice. The cattle rustler, jubilant with help, yells… “Thank heaven!”