Now, she was working in a bank and spent most of her time trying to help the teller line up... One day she was cashing a cheque for a long-grey-haired-leather-jacketed-handsome-biker-looking fella. She asked what the company name "Huntfield" was all about and he said it was a horse business.
"Do you have any horses you want help exercizing?" Jill was surprised at her own audacious question.
"You should call my wife" the guy said leaving the number.
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Shortly thereafter Jill was to meet Stoney Pony (or so she would come to affectionately call him). A large bay Irish thoroughbred fast enough for the track but too idiotic. Dangerous. He had been to many big name trainers in the area and the owner wanted him shown hunter now...
He would turn out to be more of a handful than Jill actually understood when she said "Well, I'll ride him for you. But, the sport I like is EVENTING"
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