I stopped for a second to admire the show barn. Willow Tree Stables was magnificent, there was no denying that. The show barn was where the most expensive horses lived, at upwards of $300,000, but my horse was worth $900,000 and was the second most expensive horse there. The barn has three aisles, laid in classic brick, with beautiful oak wood stalls on either side. The ceiling was upwards of twenty feet tall, with plenty of skylights that kept the barn light and airy.
Two years ago, I had an old, small, generic Quarter Horse named Chestnut, that compared to these awe striking horses, was an ugly old tiny nag. And that it was I thought. I wasted my time riding Chestnut every day when I was young.
Chestnut is long gone, replaced by Schön, my Oldenburg stallion. Schön means beautiful in German, where Schön came from. He is 7 years old. I inherited him from my great uncle nine months ago. Hearing clip clops, I turned around. It was about time.
“Here is Seon,” Javier said tentatively.
“Did you just say Seon? His name Schön, pronounced s-h-o-e-w-n,” I replied angrily. How dare the little imbecile insult me in such way by pronouncing my horses name wrong!
“Sorry miss,” Javier replied.
“You’re done here,” I snapped. I really needed to find a personal groom. Tiffany and Beryl had only last a couple weeks. I don’t know why. I grabbed Schön from Javier and pulled him outside. I turned to inspect Schön to make sure at least Javier had groomed him correctly. I couldn’t help but to sigh, he was groomed to a perfection, at least Javier got that right. Schön’s coat was as white as snow, and he better not turn any other shade. I went to inspect my custom Devoucoux saddle, which looked clean, but needed to be oiled. One more thing to remind Javier of! My snaffle, bridle, martingale, 5 point breastplate, and boots were all shining clean, although a little scratch was showing up on the leather boots. I would need to replace them soon.
I pulled down my stirrups and put on my helmet. I hopped on Schön, and he exploded. He started prancing in place, then lifted off his hind legs and reared! Feeling him coil up underneath me again, I quickly dismounted and let go of the reins.
“JAVIER,” I screamed. Javier came running out of the barn. “Did you LUNGE Schön? At ALL?”
“Yes miss,” he mumbled, scrambling to catch Schön. I stomped into the barn and turned into the lounge. Dumping my helmet on the floor, I settled into a comfy chair and pulled out my cell to call Tyla Whiteston, Schön’s trainer.
“Hi Tyla, it’s May.”
“Oh, hello May! What has Schön done now? Where are you?”
“He reared on me! I don’t think Javier lunged him. I am in the show barn lounge.”
“I am on my way,” she sighed, and hung up the phone. Stalking over to the fridge, I pulled my salad out of it. Might as well eat. A few minutes later, Tyla walked in.
“I put Schön in the roundpen, Javier is putting side reins on. Do you want to watch?” Tyla queried.
I sighed, “In a little bit.”