So here I am nice peaceful ride, doing some hill work after the heat of the day was gone. Hanging out with my mare. Out of nowhere a horrendous wind picks up. Like a batten down the hatches, you're about to get smacked with a storm kind of wind. Dust flying everywhere I decide to end my ride while I can still breathe and a huge dust devil starts to blow across the field a midst this wind that has her mane flying everywhere, my ponytail wrapping around my face, and blowing dirt all over us. It's going to cross our path about 5 feet in front of her nose. I am now suddenly aware of my own mortality. Do I jump off, do I ride it out...it kept coming closer. I took a deep breath and... She snorted a few times and stared at it as it went into the trees and was gone.