Tyler shook his head slightly, looking forward at the barns and patting West again. "He's not a racer." He answered quietly, moving with West's big stride. When they got to the barn Tyler hopped off, loosening the cinch and leading the horse to his stall. After Tyler was done untacking West he started to brush the big stallion, using methodical stroking.

"He was never trained for this kind of stuff, but he was bred for it!" She laughed.

Prince was known for loving running, and chasing almost anything. He would chase side-by-sides, cows, ponies, and almost anything alse that was chasable.

Tyler nodded to show he had heard, shutting the stall door after he was done and taking in a slow breath. "I'll see you later." He told Bella, then walked out the barn and started his truck. The trailer was still attached to it, so Tyler just drove off down the gravel driveway, heading no one knows where. Once he had gotten to a gravel road he turned in, going to a big barn.

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Tyler drove back in the stable road and parked his truck again. There was a couple bangs inside the trailer, which made Tyler sigh, then he got a lead rope and opened the ramp. Tyler slipped inside and backed out a dainty looking mare... but that girl had haunches. She was sleek with lots of muscle, and an interesting personality... shown by the way she was tossing her head and prancing in place. The mare was a perfect dark golden palomino with creamy white hair. "Sh Sierra." Tyler mumbled, stroking the mare's neck and leading her into the barn. She bounced up and down on the lead rope, her small hooves clopping against the floor. Tyler put her in a stall and groomed her up, muttering something to himself. He then put up a sign that read: *Sierra's High Mountain Peak "Sierra"*. Tyler took out a light brown saddle with black crosses on it, placing it gently on her back with a light grey saddle pad that had blue streaks running through it. After he had slipped on a light brown bridle with blue running across the browband and in a couple crosses, he grabbed his helmet and led the mare out. Tyler walked the prancing horse around the arena before getting out barrels, setting them up accordingly. He gently mounted Sierra, the excited mare prancing all about and spinning in circles. Tyler let her power walk around the arena, all the while stroking her neck and murmuring. He then positioned her to start, and she was hopping almost straight up and down. He had to face her backwards, sitting the hop extremely well. Tyler then let her loose, and Sierra whipped around, bolting towards the first barrel. Her small size allowed her to turn the barrel on a dime, diving around so fast she almost tripped. She streamed to the next barrel with a tiny bit of a wider turn, then launched herself towards the third. Once Sierra had rounded the third barrel she lengthened out, flying over the ground, her strong muscles rippling under her sleek, golden coat

Isabella had to hose off Prince, he was sweating from head to two, but he also hated water.

It was a struggle, but she knew how much better Prince felt after it.

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After tying up the 17hh stallion, she jogged over to the hose and moved it over to Prince. Isabella then jogged an extra few miles to turn on the hose.

It never made sense to Bella why the owners never put money into a wash rack, or even a closer way to turn it on! Like, you actually had to walk over the whole property to turn on the water.

After turning it on, she jogged a bit faster, trying to get to Prince before he started his fit.

The black stallion would away start trying to rear, buck, and pull back as soon as the water turned on. It was his routine.

Of course, the stallion thought he was unpredictable, but, Isabella knew his routine by heart.

When she finally got there, he was at it, pulling back and hopping upwards in an attempt to rear.

"Woah, woah, woah!" She coaxed at the large hopping stallion.

Isabella pulled out a treat from her pocket and given it to the stallion to calm him down.

While Prince was eating the treat, she ran over to the hose and started spraying his legs. The stallion started back again, but Isabella already had the first move, now she had the advantage. Prince couldn't do a crazy move without trying to move whatever body was being sprayed.

Tyler pulled the mare to a stop, smiling with a pleased look and patting her neck. "You may be a handful but you were worth it." He chuckled, hopping off and stroking her again. Sierra tossed her head before following along a lot better, though she still had a hop in her step. He led her into the stall and untacked her, then brought the mare out for a rinse. Tyler placed her on the other side, tying her to the barn and grabbing a second hose. He was maybe 20 feet from Bella and Prince, but the hose ran a long ways. Tyler sprayed the mare's back and she visibly relaxed, hanging there and almost falling asleep

She continued to spray the crazy stallion, who looked like he hated the whole thing. But, Bella knew otherwise. He secretly was enjoying it, but he wanted to make Isabella say that he was correct.

You see, years ago, when Prince was a tiny colt, Isabella told him, no promised him, that he would love it. And Prince, having the biggest personality, needed to be right, he was like a teenager.

After Tyler had finished rinsing down the mare, and her golden coat gleamed dark and sleek in the sunlight, he put the hose back and patted her neck. He used the sweat scraper to get off most of the water, occasionally glancing at Prince and watching the stallion have a temper tantrum. Tyler untied the mare and led her into the barn, and Sierra was prancing again at this time, her dainty head raised high. He put her back in her stall and closed it after getting the water bucket, refilling it swiftly,

She quickly finished Prince's bath before running to turn off the water, hoping no one else was using it. Last time she checked, no one was, and after that short sprint, she really didn't feel like checking again.