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“My place?” Joel asked.
“Yeah, they were up for your sale and liked what they saw.
They want to take me back there next year if the schedule works
out a little better. You know how it is when you have a barn full of
horses you are training for others. There is no shortage of shows
that everyone expects you to be at. Anyways, both of the mares
are working out real nice.”
“Both of the mares?” Joel asked.
“You bet. Dad brought back two really nice three-year-old fillies
from your sale. You did a great job on them. If they aren’t
show-ready then I don’t know what is. I was working with them
just before I hauled here. Neither of them need much work, and I
think that I am going to keep both of them, see how they perform
next year in the major shows, and then place them in our
broodmare band. You can’t find that kind of breeding every day,
you know.”
As young Cody finished his sentence, the gates to the arena
opened for the warm-up session, and moving his horse forward,
Cody left them with a “sir” and a “miss.”
What a nice young man, Joel thought. Tanya was thinking
something else.
Once they were in the arena with the other exhibitors, Joel’s
nerves started to settle down. For a grown man, he found it interesting
that he was scared to even go into the arena and exercise
his horse with the likes of the world-class riders. But then he realized
that it was the World Championships, so of course they
would all be top riders.
For the first little while, he and Tanya rode side by side to get
comfortable and allow the horses to adjust to the new ground
conditions. After about fifteen minutes, and once some of the
other exhibitors began asking more of their horses, Joel and
Tanya started moving their horses out a little; first just a trot,
and then asking for a lope, they did circles and a few backups, but
that was about it. Joel was finding the arena a little to busy for his
liking and decided to take his horse to one of the outdoor…
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