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Date Posted: 03:12:18 06/09/01 Sat
Author: Erica
Subject: Thinks a minute..

A hand drops to Angel's neck soothing the high strung filly, the small blond looks from the trails to the oval, she chuckles and jogs the excited mare to the track, going through the gap only after checking. She checks her stirrups quickly before clucking softly, hands soft on the reins, but also firm with contact with the grey's mouth. Her heels are down and toes out, her but not falling into the saddle but lightly touching it every time Angel's outside leg goes back. Her knees snug against the small exercise saddle, her calfs against the filly's sides but not pushing. She grins and lifts herself out of the saddle and kisses her lips softly asking for a canter, the wiggling of her fingers keep the filly to a rocking pace, her arms acting like rubber, going back and forth with the horse's head. Her eyes look at the track in front of her, her shoulders moving down somewhat asking the filly to lengthen her strides a bit, a smile approaches the riders lips as the filly does what she asks, her heart drumming with the pounding of the grey's strides. She leans back slowing her and turning her on the inside rail her hands holding mane with the reins, knowing she'd need it for the grey's strong launch into the gallop. She counts to three her eyes straight ahead shoulders slightly forward, when she says 3, the she leans forward giving the filly rein as the grey lengthens out into a gallop, her hooves pounding the dirt quickly, and lifting them up even quicker. The rider smiles as she crouches low over the Thoroughbred's back, adreniline pumping in her veins as she clucks asking her for more. She smiles again as she crouches low, arms stretched over the grey's neck as she gives her head head, contact with the horse's mouth still there, but lightly. As they pass the seven furlong marker she rises in her stirrups pulling her hands back to her slowly, the filly's strides slowing somewhat. The smile disappears as she leans back slightly pulling firmly but gently on the Thoroughbred's reins repeatedly. Finally when the filly slows the young rider jogs her back to the oval eyes searching for someone that she doesn't see, she dismounts a frown on her face despite Angel's great performance. She runs the stirrups up the irons, loosening the girth afterward. She unhooked her helmet and took it off, she then walked the grey down and untacked her. She hosed her off quickly though thoroughly, getting the excess water out of her coat with a sweat scraper, she sighs and puts a sheet over her back and puts her back in her stall.

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