I stared incredulously at the lesson board: Laura 7pm -Ruby.
Looking back, I suppose I should have been flattered by the fact the my trainer thought I did well enough to warrant a second ride (of possible disaster), but that wasn't how I took it. Some days, you really just want a push-button pony to ride.
Fuming, I went to her stall, brushed her off, and slapped the saddle on (yeah, I didn't even bother trying to tack her in the cross-ties). Fearing for the worst, I mounted up, warmed up, and prepared for the wild ride...
Except it didn't happen. Sure, she dragged me around some (like I said, someone forgot to teach Ruby the gaits between walk and gallop), but that was it. Nothing. No bucking, so scraping, and no run-outs. Perhaps that first ride was her way of testing me and she decided I was worth listening to. Who can say? For the next nine months or so, we stuck together.
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