Galopp!!

[Broken spirit]

'Steady boy, steady', steph cooed to lucky as he lept forward, she turned him round and trotted a circle before lettinghim gallop up the hill. There was a fence at the top, which she had two choses to do wither jump it or stop. She would decide when she got there. Croaching low to lucky's withers she let him go faster. A huge smile had broken on her face, she hadn't ridden lucky in ages and was so glad that at last she could let him have a good gallop.

[ashlea]

Danielle posted to the rhythmic two-time beat of Twister's trot a smile on her face and beige jodphurs hugging the lines of her calves and thighs. The gelding tossed his head and the hollows of his nostrils flared red as he scented the air and snorted, Danielle frowned and brought her weight back into the saddle, bumping slightly as Twister slowed back to a walk. "There must be someone up ahead," she murmured half to herself and the reins tightened in her grip. The gelding pulled to the verge when he felt the pressure of the reins against his muscular neck, and Danielle soothed him with her free hand as she awaited the other rider's arrival.

(Crap I know)