ANYHOW, the bride in this story is Gitana (gypsy) and her family has for generations bred Andalusians in Spain.
She is more at home in a saddle that on the ground. More of a tom-boy than a girlie girl. She didn't want a big wedding, but it was pretty much out of her hands.
Her father was a true "old world" kind of patriarch, so when she became engaged to a US military officer, he was THRILLED! He was VERY impressed with a man in uniform. VERY.
The day of the wedding arrived and so did the dad with the bride's new Trophy Bride who was about 5 years younger than the bride. Important to the story is that bride's Mom had been knocking back drinks all day and wasn't exactly, erm, friendly to start with towards the new 'wife'.
They were also serving a full meal at the wedding, complete with some sharp cutlery.
And in true family tradition, the bride was in a super-duper poofy dress with about 400 yards of fabric in an outdoor wedding in the heat. 
Luckily, she had work some pretty comfy shoes for the event.
The groom of course is in is full dress uniform, looking quite dashing :)
This is starting to sound like "My Big Fat Gitana Wedding".
Anyhow, as soon as the ceremony is over, the father of the bride comes forward with a pair of Andalusians as their wedding gift.
So they can start their own herd in their new life together.
At this point the father of the bride presents the stallion, complete with saddle, to the groom, expecting him to hop up on the back of the horse and ride him around in his resplendent uniform and show off the wonderful gift.
HOWEVER, the last time the groom was on a horse, he had put a quarter in it first.
but he wasn't going to let Dad in law know. But maybe macho pride kept him quite, so he just jumps right up on the back of the horse.
The horse apparently said to himself "Self- I've got an idiot here! Lets have some fun!" So he takes off with the groom, who's now flapping on the back of the horse like laundry in March. The groom finally gets thrown and the horse tries to get in a few choice stomps, grinding groom into the dirt, just so he knows who's boss.
The tom-boy bride is able to run in her poofy dress (thanks to wearing comfy shoes). She saves her new hubby from becoming a grease spot in the grass and manages to get the horse under control.
During all of this, her father is yelling
"WHAT KIND OF MAN CAN'T RIDE A HORSE!" in Gitana.
The groom is yelling "YOUR FATHER TRIED TO KILL ME!" in English.
Trophy Wife makes some snarky remark about how unladylike the bride was running in her dress,
causing the bride's mom to start yelling obscenities Trophy Bride, calling her some choice expletives, while throwing aforementioned sharp cutlery at Trophy wife, with scary precision.
The hot, tired, disgusted Bride stomps off with the horses and spends the rest of the reception smoking cigarettes with her cousins in the stable.