Trailer, Check

Extra horse, check.

Finally, had she found a like-minded spirit, with a trailer and extra horses to hunt with?!  She promised to follow up with suggested dates.  What a way to meet a person.
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"I was so lost I specifically headed to the Tack Shop and to ask to use their phone, and then I found you." The giant dog sat right on Jill's foot as she became acquainted with the woman from the ad in the paper.  They were really connecting, standing there chatting in the rain.  So Jill went out on a limb, "I know I'm really late and it's a rotten day, but maybe I can help you feed and then we can go for a ride?"

After a long pause, the Dr. asked "Are you okay leading two at once?"  There were six in that muddy paddock and the woman went in to fetch the horses they would ride. They didn't discuss the one that shouldn't have got loose, ha, as the blond dealt with him and Jill proceeded with the two mares to the toy-like 3 stall red barn.

At first she mounted the 17.1 hand black horse, after several attempts to get the mare to stand at the mounting block. She was jogging and fussing and when they'd reached the plateau where the dressage lessons took place, the mare started to do little bucks and dives with a great deal of sideways nonsense.  Jill was like a fly on a dinasour's back and her leg seemed to be having no effect.

The owner apologized and admitted she hadn't been ridden in six weeks. "Let's go to the road." They turned around.  The beast that was supposed to be suitable for beginner's was making strange with a new rider and Jill could feel herself tensing up and making it worse.  She didn't know the property or the horse's training or anything!  The woman's husband had just started the chainsaw and it felt like a horror scene.  The bay mare for advance riders only, meanwhile, was quiet and sane despite the shennangins, and when the woman said "Do you want to switch?" Jill dismounted instantly.

And then finally,  she was riding the speedy, spooky spring fever Shire, that hadn't been ridden for so long.   They jogged ahead as leaders, down the path along the treeline to the drop where you came out on the road.  It was necessary to walk past one farm to get to the dirt road to turn right to the gravel road to get to the endless wonderful trails, and Jill was just to be shown the way for future fun.

On the way back, they rode right up to the neighbour's coach house two stall barn and had a horsey chat with them standing outside it.

"You make me feel like I'm in England! Your accent, your fearlessness, your tweed and just the look of you, on your Shire!  And your now your hobby horsemen neighbours?  This does not happen in our city, or university TOWN. ha."  Jill did not add the transparency of the good-willed helmet facade, ha.