Dropped it!

"its made from stuff that will break like leather" jill said, doing up the bitless bridle for the first time.
"why would you want it to break?" the cowboy wondered
"i've seen a horse caught up in nylon before. nylon wouldn't break"
"oh ya?" he countered "i've seen a horse loose on a hiway before."
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she was pleased that her pony would actually walk the logs. both logs, all four feet. one two three four. good boy! he walked on the shiny blue mat on the way in to the arena, but then was pretty speedy and spooky in there.

the sun was wonderful. he'd actually sweated under the saddle. and, he was beginning to dapple!

the old man's feet were very thrushy. she would look up turpentine or bleach or other radical action. his right front leg was kinda stocked up.

and, dang it, she dropped her helmet.