Prince. He was a deep, rich colored AQP, with a beautiful blaze. She also owned a black with all 4 stockings and a blaze, Welsh Hunter stallion, named Champ. Both ponies are 13.2 hh. Anny and Chad’s stallions live together, and Prince lives in an extra large stall only turned out in pasture at night. She walked over to the geldings stall. She reached in to stroke his head. She put his tack outside his stall, and went into groom him.
After currying, brushing off, picking hooves, and brushing his mane and tail out (Prince gets so spoiled), she lay the saddle pad down, and heaving the saddle onto his back, she loosely cinches the girth, before putting on his gallop boots. She tightens the girth before slipping the halter off and the bit into his mouth. He takes a second to chew on the bit as Anny tightens the thought latch and then goes to the chinstrap. She walks prince out and rubs his neck as Chad comes out with the tacked up Gunner.
Together, Anny and Chad walk to a cattle field. Tightening the girth one last time, Anny hops on Prince. Prince listens so well but if you ask him to go he would feel free to. Walking him beside Gunner and Chad, they trot circles to get warmed up, and did Dressage move a counter canter. Chad follows beside her. Anny whoas’ Prince, before turning to the open pasture, and looks to Chad, and says;
“Ready to get your butt whipped by a girl?” then smirking
“Nope, your gunna eat our dust.” He widely grinned.
Anny whispered to Prince “On three go, baby.”
“One” Anny said slowly
“Two” Chad said fiercely
“THREE!” In unison Anny gave a sharp kick to Prince and with a medley of “Yahs!” They were off galloping.
Chad kicked Gunners side so violently, the stallion bucked three times to say “That’s not cool, dude.” Anny clucked and kissed to her gelding. Going up the hilly pasture towards the herd of cattle, the two streaked through the wind. Chad grabbed his hat off his head, and held in his hand with the reigns as he ripped off his shirt and threw his hat back on. Twisting the shirt in the air while his horse moved to quickly under him was amazing, but Anny knew she had to put off the sexy cowboy to win. If she wins he buys lunch, he wins, and she buys lunch. Prince moved so fast somehow, he got faster and reached the herd first. Sliding to a stop before the hit the herd, Anny had him rear up in all his glory. Chad just cantered Gunner around the herd to cool the stallion off.
“I let you win.” He sad looking like he didn’t care.
“Suuurreee you did, Hun. Lets canter back, I’m hungry.”
And they loped through the browned pasture. Slowing to a jog, they reached the gate and walked the horse before leaving to untack. As they entered, Tayloe was tacking a bay mare up getting ready to run barrels. As Anny finished re-grooming Prince, Tayloe warmed up Sasha, a little grade mare. After giving Prince fresh water and a carrot, she walked out to watch Tayloe. Chad came and sat beside her. Tayloe BURNED IT UP on that mare. The mare was only 12.2 hh. Guessing she was new, Anny congrated to Tayloe.
“Thanks, she’s a rescue and was rebroke. I might use her but Zephy is my love for barrels, you know that.” Tayloe replied.
“Yeah, you two look great, though.” Chad commented, as he high-fived her. “Well I owe her lunch, so we’ll see ya tomorrow?”