What is to happen to her?
Chapter 4
The man gave her her hay early in the morning that day. Black continued to pin his ears towards her and
she towards him. She ate her hay slowly and drank out of the bucket of water she had. Eventually the man
came back to her and clasped a lead rope to her halter. He cross-tied her and began brushing her down.
Clumps of the black came off of her but she still looked black. The man nodded at his handy work and
began to fit an odd light saddle (an all purpose english saddle). Another man walked in as he began to
cinch her.
"Oy! Ralph! Is this that barrel racin' mare I told you to get for me?" asked the man. Ralph nodded towards his boss and replied, "Yup, she had won some big rodeo and I got her for ya Frank." Frank nodded and handed Ralph a newspaper. The front page was a picture of the mare without the black dye on her. The head line was Stolen Mare. Reward For Return of Her! The men laughed and Frank walked off as Ralph finished her cinch. He put on a thin leather breast collar and then a D-Ring snaffle bit with her bridle and tiedown.
The man led her to a large arena. The sand was shallow and there were small jumps and cones everywhere. She did not know what it meant, but was sure it would be like her barrel training where she would soon learn.
The man let the filly get used to her tack and climbed up on the saddle. The filly stood there and once she felt the man on began to walk forward however he soon pulled her back and she backed up a step. He found his balance than grasped the reins in a tight position. Her head was forced inwards and he pushed his heels into her sides. She began moving forward though very uncomfortably. After 15 minutes of him walking her and letting her find her head position he began trotting her. He kept a still tighter rein but loosened it a little bit to give her a little bit of leeway. Eventually he loped her and she grew used to that as well.
Her training continued like this for 2 weeks and today was different. He let her warm up by walking her,
trotting her and then loping her. She found a true head position that was proper and worked for her. She
learned basic dressage movements and was now learning more advanced movements such as the piaffe.
But today he was riding her towards a small jump. She didn't exactly know what to do. She slide stopped
and backed up away from the jump. The man pushed her forward and she half reared and used her hind
legs to push her over the jump.
The man pet her neck and took her to another small jump at a trot. She this time didn't refuse but did slow
down and then took the jump. Eventually she got used to the whole idea. Her muscles were so tired. She
felt very sore as jumping was a hard sport to master. Months passed and soon it became December.
Every 3 weeks when her coat began to dull they would repaint her black. She never did know why they did
this, but eventually she would find out why. Franks daughter now began riding her. She trained with the
filly on dressage and show jumping. She was now jumping at 3'9''. Their first show was coming up in the
next two weeks.
Memories training for that day had ended. Franks daughter, Charity rode the filly to the stables. She got off and led the filly in them and began unsaddling her. She didn't even bothor holding onto Memory as she knew she wouldn't go anywhere. She began brushing the mare down and led her back to her stall next to Black. Black was so far their leading Dressage stallion though Memory was getting almost as talented as Black himself. Over time they gradually stopped pinning their ears and Memory finally founded him as the alpha over her.
That night Memory (now called Thieven) was led to the large trailer with Black next to her. They were in the trailer for many hours before they had finally been led out. Their surroundings were different. The smells odd. Memory could see jumps in the distance and other horses being pepped for the day. They had been fed on the way here so were immediatley groomed and began to get fitted for their show tack. Both Black and Memory were warmed up and waited outside the show ring. Frank rodeo Black and his daughter Charity rode Memory. They were in the open dressage show and later would be the open show jumping circuit.
Black was first to go and then straight after was to be Memory. Black completed his movements swiftly and accurately. Memory flicked her ears knowing she knew her cues. Now it was Memories turn. Black and her gave eachother a look as she entered the arena. She began trotting and completed piaffes and when she loped she did flying lead changes among many other movements (A/N I don't really know the world of Dressage and Show Jumping that well. Anyone do know and can give me some tips?)
She completed her movements as swiftly and accurately as Black had. Perhaps even better than he.
Other horses went and they entered the arena to announce who the winners were. 3rd went to a horse
named Regal's Inuit. 2nd place went too...
LuvDizzy - Here ya go. Heres more chappy for ya
Oriana - Update for ya.
Smarty Jones - Thanks
Suketa - Sure she can be a descendent outta Hidalgo. Not exactly a staight one but she has him in her lines on her sires side. Though Hidalgo was a mustang the QH breed wasn't actually a registry till the 60's so sure he can be a foundation sire in my story Come on its all fiction anyways
Hotaru - Thanks much
Blala - I know its vague right now. I am trying to give a guessy feel. I know where the story is going so far.
But, mysteries are beginning to unfold such as Memory was not bought. In fact she was stolen. Black? Is
he important? Maybe... Lol
pinkNwhiteDQ - Yea? I barrel race right now. I run about 18's and in poles 24's. Goat tying? Pfft! Who knows anymore xD Smiley
I will update chapters as I go along. I have two other stories to update sometime soon. I need at least 13 reviews before I update again.
Hasta La Vista
A/N: For some reason the first time I put this up it didn't space. I am working on my Inuyasha and Lord of the Flies chapters right now. As soon as I get 13 or more reviews I will post the next chapter after I write it.
Hasta La Vista : Truly this time
