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"Amy," He breezed, taking the lead and stroking the mare's face. "Hey Pum, haven't seen ya in a while." Marco mused, a large smile on his face as the mare nuzzled him as he turned back to Amy. "Hey uh, mind if I use a bit of your tack?" |
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She nodded " come on you can use my dads old saddle" she walked to the tack room and pulled a saddle cover off of on of the saddles in the tack room to reveal a nice light leather saddle with the name rays printed on the back of the seat and Amy smiled as she ran her hand over the leather |
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She nodded " come on you can use my dads old saddle" she walked to the tack room and pulled a saddle cover off of on of the saddles in the tack room to reveal a nice light leather saddle with the name rays printed on the back of the seat and Amy smiled as she ran her hand over the leather |
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"Alright, just gonna breeze her through the pattern and continue on." He explained, tying her in the crossties before heading inside and putting his spurs on before heading back out and quickly tacking up Puma easily before mounting up and walking over to the arena. |
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She nodded as she watched the two she thought of all the times her dad rode that saddle and how many miles her and her dad rode while her dad rode that saddle and how many computations her dad won on that saddle |
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Marco warmed her up well, containing her as he made her do a slow lope around the pattern before lining her up at the front of the pattern, kicking her in with a smile on his face. Puma ran a right lead to the first barrel and Marco sat it well, pushing her over as he spurred her into a left lead for the remaining two. Once he circled the third he kicked her home, pulling her into a turn and to a stop before letting the mare do her trot walk for a moment as he patted her neck. "That felt good," |
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Amy clapped " that's how you know so much about barrel racing huh" |
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"Oh please, that run sucked. Could've done way better," He informed, cooling out Puma. |
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" no it was really good " she smiled |
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"Eh, could've sat more and defanitely could've kicked her home better but eh, it's whatever. Was neck reigning her so I didn't get as good turns as I would've if I use my bit fully instead of her neck for a wheel." He explains, criticing himself. |
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Snow and Sleet Mix, Clearing at Night
