*cough cough* Tyler loves rock music he just prefers country XD))

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Tyler glanced at her carefully, then let his gaze flit around the forest. "Ah. I'm glad you like my taste of music." He answered quietly, his eyebrows twitching as the song faded out and changed to *Beer for My Horses* by Toby Keith

"I haven't heard this one, but I like it!" she said as the new song came on, nudging Prince into a trot, following Tyler.

Tyler nodded slightly. "It's a good one... by Toby Keith. Almost everything by him is good." He replied with a slight smile, letting West stretch out into the stallion's long, lanky walk. For all West's bulk he had long legs, and he used them

"Agreed. Same with Jess Moskaluke." Isabella seemed very happy to have finally found someone with country music. It was clearly the best, and Jess Moskaluke was the best of the best.

Tyler inclined his head again slightly to show he also agreed, looking forward as the stables came into view. He then tilted his head as the music changed again, this time playing *Cleaning This Gun (Come On In Boy)* by Rodney Atkins. Tyler's face cracked into a smile as he listened, getting closer to the barns.

As they got closer, she saw the barns. "Race you!" She said to Tyler a few seconds before urging Prince into a fast canter.

Tyler looked at Bella in surprise, and almost got left back on the trail when West decided they would race. The stallion sprung forward with his ears perked, falling into na flat out gallop that made him shoot past Bella and her horse. Tyler leaned forward with a snort and regained his balance quickly, saluting to Bella as he passed her.

She pushed Prince into a gallop when Tyler pasted her. Prince started going faster than most horses could go, he was one of the children of a famous racehorse sire and a very non giving up dam. He pushed until they caught up, but hit the finish line when they were head and head.

"I guess it was a tie." She responded while leaning forward to pet the handsome black stallion.

Prince huffed and puffed happily, sweat dripping from his chest and back. He went all out.

Tyler chuckled as West dropped from a flat gallop to a walk, swinging his head like he had been walking all along. "Well it was a nice race." He replied, stroking the dapple grey stallion's neck. West was barely sweaty, looking happy as ever,

The big black stallion was sweating from head to hoof. He went all out, and would have beat West if he had a few more seconds.

"Well, if we had another second, we would have beat you by a mile!" Isabella chuckled. Prince would definitely need a wash down.