Country character

There was this woman with her horse. The sun was slowly setting down on the beautiful Indian landscape. They were crossing a field, coming to the road were we were walking. At first I thought the horse was badly limping. But as they came towards us, I saw that 2 of his legs were tied together. We walked side by side on the damaged bitumen. My “travel mate” (a nicer name for translator) went ahead of us and I called the woman and asked her why she had tied the legs of her horse. She answered, but I couldn’t understand. And then a truck went by. The horse bolted and the woman pulled him back, and they went their way on a dirt track.
Later, she invited us to have tea at her camp while we were waiting for her husband, a shepherd. She offered me some buttermilk, which I accepted. She talked with my companion and laughed as she told him I had called her “Maoushi”, which means Auntie. I should’ve called her “Thaï”, sister, because she wasn’t much older than me. When we had finished interviewing her husband she offered me a meal. I couldn’t accept, these people have so few, just what they need. I said next time…