* she unzips her blue bomber jacket a little, and sings along softly to the hard rock songs her and the glding had trained to* *as they float down center line, she posts steadily in the worn saddle, establishing a neat tempo* *moving easily around the corner, she smiles at the not-so huge gelding's agility. he could beat any lanky THoroughbred in stadium, turn on a dime, the quirky black gelding could jump anything save the moon. cueing him for a canter, the gelding picks up the right lead fairly easily, holding his thick wavy tail slightly raised, hooves thudding gently in the snow*