Poor Winnie

On July 10th, after a 2 man sorting competition, I felt for my family farm with Tony and Winnie. They were going to be rounding up and sorting cattle for 2 days and I was going to help. Like always, when I get there pretty much everyone is gone doing something so I back the trailer in and unload the two. They have been there many times so are quite content and more conserned about getting the green grass then anything. I take them out to the pasture where I always do and let them go.
The next day my Dad wakes me up before my alarm goes off. It was 6 am and pooring rain so we had to wait. The cattle are in the valley and we can get there by horse but we have to get a few vehicles down with the vaccinations and panels. By 11:30 am Dad, Grandpa, and my brother take a truck to check the road. When they return they say it'll be fine so Grandpa and I head for the horses and everyone else pack the trucks. I took Tony that day, we had to round up all 400 head and sort the cows so we could fly tag them. We managed to get all the cows done with no incedents.
Sunday morning is nice out and I go out to grab Winnie at 7 am. When we get to the valley she's heads up and unsure but after a quick warm up we were sorting the calves no problem. Sorting was done in about an hour then we decided to work until lunch. At lunch we went back to the house to eat. I had decided that I was only staying for a couple more hours so I didnt want to put Winnie back out to pasture. I was tired and didnt feel like trekking through the pasture and Tony was at the gate already. I put Winnie in a paddock beside my Grandpa's two horses. They have been together before but the other paddock was empty. After letting her go I went to get Tony to move in with her. They were content and grazing and Grandpa's horses were not even interested.
Just to give an idea of what was separating them was 4 rows of rebar and railroad posts and there was a brand new gate put in chained together on the west side. On the east corner they had a 5' panel where the rebar was down from a cow I think.
After dinner we are about to leave and I see my Aunt waving her arms like crazy. I told my Dad to stop and he slowly starts backing up. My Aunty waves her arms harder, I kinda mention to my Dad that I think we should hurry. So he speeds up and turns. I could see everyone standing around the corner by the panel where a horse is standing but you can tell something is wrong. Both my mares are bay and the same size almost so I couldnt tell which one it was until we got up to the corral. All I said was, "Oh my God, its Winnie." I start sprinting through the first smaller corral then crawl through two fences to find Winnie with her back right leg caught on top of the panel, with her ankle caught around the second top bar. After Aunty handed me Winnie's lead I started to pet her and looked up the fence. The new gate was broke off the post, Tony was in the next paddock and Grandpa's two are on this side. Bringing my attention back to Winnie, she was a mess. He rump was covered in scrapes and bites, under her eye had a cut. Where I was I could see her back legs but when I did, it took my breath away. They both were bleeding pretty bad. At this point three of the guys were digging the panel out of a foot of muck. Winnie was in shock and didnt move. The panel was finally free and they slowly moved it so we could free her leg. She didnt want to move but we had to get her somewhere so we could get her to a vet. I told my sister to run for some horse cookies which was enough to get her to walk and load.
Of course, the entire time we are trying to find a vet and the only one we find is an hour away. I had no choice but to take her. The cuts looked only like they got the flesh but it needed to be cleaned and make sure nothing got in towards the joint. So off I go with my brothers girlfriend, Kellie. The vet cleaned her wounds and inspected them. No obvious penitration to the joint, thank God!
So for the past 8 days, its been needles and hydro theropy. Its looking good, not too much swelling and she's walking great. Im just so happy nothing broke. When we were talking about it later, we think the one horse of Grandpa's chased her into the corner and caused her to jump. I cant see it because, she's 14.2hh maybe and to have done that without braking her leg? I dont know but it doesnt matter, I still have my horse. Thats all I care about!