“Graceful.” Jordan shook her head. “Do you know what you did wrong?” She asked her student. Barely hearing the answer. Her mind had drifted to a certain dark haired detective with his boyish good looks. She couldn’t help but imagine what his bare chest would look like, was it matted with hair? Was it evenly tanned a golden bronze or pale from constant protection from the sun? Did he have a fine path of dark hair leading passed his naval continuing beyond waistline to his manhood? Jordan slammed her eyes shut and shook her head! What was she thinking? She barely even knew this man!
“Carli.” She yanked the band out of her hair and refastened it into a sloppy loopy bun on top of her head. “We have two weeks until we go to Hilltop. Do you understand that? Two weeks. You are not anywhere near where you need to be to compete in the medals class. The other girls are busting there butts right now and it’s not fair for you –“
“The other girls are nowhere near my level of riding and you know it.” Carli broke in. She wasn’t trying to be cocky, it was what she believed and she was right. Sort of. She had the raw talent. There was no questioning that, but Delaney and Taylor had drive and will power. They would not give up, no matter how hard they hit the dirt or how many hours it took to get that lead change. They would ride until their legs were noodles if that was what it took to compete at Hilltop in the Junior equitation division. That was the kind of rider Jordan wanted to teach. She didn’t care if they spent hours on the road only to show in the pouring rain and be sent home empty handed because the competition out-placed them. She wanted that determination from her riders and that is what they gave her.
“Right now they have you beat in the equitation class.” Jordan told her.
“I don’t think so.” The teenager urged her horse into a collected canter. She took the first jump perfectly and halted almost square before soaring over the next jump. She patted her mount on the neck and raised an eyebrow as if daring her instructor to find a fault.
“I asked for a trot. You need to use your seat more when asking for the halt, you are relying way to heavily on your reins.” Dragging a rail across the ring to raise the height of yet another jump she added. “This isn’t a local show Carli, these are the kids you’ll be competing against if we qualify for Regional’s.”