First of all, it had just POURED the night before I mean, you were fine at a trot and a very slow lope in the pasture, but these girls were flat out GALLOPING like sprinting. Turns out they were racing their horses up and down the pasture.
The girl that was the worst had and arabian in a western saddle and Regina identified the bits as one of those bits that pushes up into the roof of the horses mouth for an arched neck and a pretty trot (that's all she said, but the bit and a freaking LONG shank) And when they got to the end of the fence, they would YANK on their horse's mouths! The arabian started rearing from pain and fear.
We were like WHAT? So we went up to those girls and told them what we thought. The girl on the Arabian said that she couldn't STOP her horse, so it was perfectly OK for her to yank on the arabian's mouth. We were like THEN WHY ARE YOU RACING!? And they were seriously like Duhhh... with that expression of Huh? on their faces.
So Regina and I decided to lope the horses slowly along the fence. She wasn't on her horse, she was on a horse the barn manager said she could ride (they were thinking about buying him at the time) and he'll get excited and either buck or balk. Name is Squeaky.
So as we were loping, the girls raced REALLY close by us, and Squeaky bucked like 4 times and Regina falls off.
We went up again and were like There's a pasture bigger than this one, 3 steps away, with NO ONE in it, why don't you go it there!? They never did.
On top of all of that, they beat their horses to make them go faster, then yanked hard to make them stop, barrel raced AND polebended them afterwards (when it started raining) , AND LET THEM DRINK ALL THE WATER THEY WANTED when after galloping them and before barrel racing and polebending them.
They seriously galloped them about 10 or 11 times around this huge pasture. I thought I was going to snap and kill them. Like, take their crops and beat them to death. I was SO MAD!