I'm going to put my final copy out when I'm finished that is Edited. I've laid it out into chapters now and then I'll check over the grammar and probably add a few things.
Amy started everything in a rawhide bosal so she could focus on controlling the mare with her seat and leg aids and get a high amount of collection without the bit. EDIT Then she moved her back into a snaffle and was now riding her in a Pelham. ((Within the next few months, Amy was planning on moving her into a Portuguese bit.)) take out Although they were doing classical dressage, Amy knew she could always move back to doing competitive dressage, the goals in both types are the same. They are pretty much the same and Amy wouldn’t be able to achieve full collection and piaffe for many years. She could still prove Sandra wrong. What Amy really wanted most was just to enjoy what she was doing, and she was. Chapter 10:
Amy woke up early on a crisp autumn morning exited to have a morning ride in the open fields. She grabbed an apple for breakfast and went to the barn to do chores. It was Sunday and Amy had to do all the morning barn chores on the weekend. She mucked out both the horses stalls and put them in the indoor holding pen-she would turn them out after her ride. She gave them some hay and their morning grain. Then she grabbed her grooming tools and tack from the tack room and got her mare ready for a ride.
The sun was still low in the sky and the sky was light pink. The trees were yellow and red and the crisp air smelt like fall. It was Amy’s favourite season. Elara was perky and fresh but very controllable. Today’s ride was an easy hack, both of them were looking forward to it. Rides like this made Amy happy and stress –free. Tall grass brushed against Elara’s legs and the light breeze blew through the mare’s mane and Amy’s long light brown hair. Amy let Elara up into a canter and then a slow gallop. They went through the fields, Elara on a long rein. It was freedom. It was perfect.
After the ride, Amy walked into her house with red cheeks and smelt like the barn. She took off her boots and made herself a hot chocolate. It was now late morning and her family was up and about. The phone rang and Amy picked up the kitchen phone.
“Hello?” she said.
“Hello” said a deep male voice with an accent, “Is this Amy Martin?”
“Uhhh ya?” replied Amy who was now very confused, “why?”.
“Do you own a grey Spanish mare with a crown brand?” said the man, with what Amy thought was some sort of European accent.
“Yeeees” Amy replied. Who the hell is this?
“Ah”. The man sounded relieved.
“Is there a problem?”, Amy asked.
“I’m afraid she doesn’t belong to you.” He said.
“She belongs to me, I have the bill of sale and her papers” Amy said confidently.
“She was stolen from me and sent to the United States by the black market and I’ve finally tracked her down. I’ll be at your house in two days to pick her up. She has some of the best bloodlines in Spain. She's coming back with me no matter what. She is not for sale. I'll be there with my lawyer”. The man said. Amy gasped. She now knew that he was the breeder from Spain. It was a Spanish accent.
“NO, but she’s my horse!” Amy yelled and her mom ran into the room.
“I’m sorry” said the man and he hung up.
“Nooooo” Amy sobbed. “Mom”
“What’s wrong?” he mom asked.
“Elli was a stolen horse, she’s not mine. What do I do? Mom, I can’t live without her!” Amy shouted with tears streaming down her face.