A Cold, Beautiful Winter Outing

At the same time as thy called her "not such a handsome woman" they thought she was pretty hot.

What's the biggest challenge about riding her?" Jill asked the Olympian, bringing the woman's giant mare to the extra tall block in order to mount.  She was thrilled but nervous to be joining the icy hack aboard the huge chestnut.  "Her personality." the vet advised, smiling but not joking.

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The garbage truck was lead by a salter through the curvy, hilly winter rural roads they were out on.  Jill could sense the horse underneath her tensing and tensing as the racaus trucks came nearer.  The horse really started to freak when the trucks turned the corner where the three were walking.  She was in the middle, a good place to be and the working student who was behind her started shouting.  Jill could not hear his suggestions, over the racket that was terrifying her horse.  She turned the mare's head away and sat deep, faking a smile to relax her body.  The mare was doing tiny bucks and trying to dive into the gully at the side of the road but Jill pulled back on the reins and softened her hips and knees to stay glued to the saddle.  She spoke firmly to the mare: Easy mare, whoa. And turned in the same split second towards the leader's hind end asking for calm walk steps onward.

The trucks glided past, using their brakes and still sliding, luckily alongside instead of towards and then the din began to quiet.

Jill shouted back saying, "I couldn't hear you."

"Oh, I was just telling you she doesn't like trucks." ha.