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Post by colin reede on Aug 13, 2009 17:46:08 GMT -6
Sghing, he trotted into the barn, heading towards the stalls, and stopping at the one with a plate labeled 'DUSTY' in block letters. The lovely chestnut stallion's head turned as Colin clicked his tongue, getting the horse to trot over, nickering tenderly. "Good boy..." Hr sighed, leading the stallion from the stall. The tall horse cooperated amazingly as Colin brushed him out, and saddled him up, slipping the bridle bit into his mouth, and fastening the bridle to his face.
Leading the horse into the indoor arena, he mounted smoothly, clucking and bringing him to a walk around the arena. The stallion did amazingly, as usual, still tolerating his nose being close to his neck. Colin gave him his lead after a while, bringing the horse into a slow, smooth trot. Begining to post, he looked around, glancing at the lounge window every now and then. After a longer amount of time, Colin brought Dusty into a smooth gallop, steering him towards the jump.
The stallion did amazing, Colin stayed on. Using the muscles in his haunches, Dusty threw himself up, legs spreading out apart. The stallion's front hooves hit first, soon his hind legs landing. Slowing the stallion down to a walk, Colin patted his neck, grinning. That was pretty good.
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