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[Johanna India Eastman]

There was nobody on the track, as far as Jo could tell. Most of the trainers had finished their sessions, which was what she had been waiting for, so she could work Erin. She’d been able to work Arty with the other horses, he was a lot calmer, despite being a stallion, as opposed to Erin being a mare, but he was older, more experienced, and once he hit the track he acted like a pro. Erin was just as likely to chuck a mental halfway during a breeze, which would just endanger the other exercise riders and their horses, and until she was cured of the habit, or at least somewhat more controllable, she wasn’t going to risk it.

The task of tacking the black mare had been huge, she’d crab hopped in the crossties, wouldn’t take the bit, kicked out whenever she went anywhere near her legs or rear...the usual. But, she hadn’t given up until the light racing saddle was secured on her back, and she’d had to practically force the bit into her mouth, she was only tiny herself, so trying to keep Erin’s head down so she could do it had been a struggle. And leading her out to the practise track was another battle in itself, she’d baulked, reared, pretty much done everything under the sun to make it more difficult for Jo to get her there.

Unfortunately for Erin, Johanna Eastman was just as stubborn as she was, if not as crazy either.

Getting her to the mounting yard, it took a few goes to hoist herself up onto the mare’s back, less gracefully than it would have been if she had decided to stand still, luckily she had the upper body strength and was lightweight enough to be able to swing quickly into the saddle as the mare decided to start circling, despite having her reins shortened.

Gathering the reins, legs clamped tightly onto the mare’s sides, though the shorter stirrup length made it a little harder to stay on, she aimed her towards the track, taking another good five or so minutes to actually get out there, since Erin decided she didn’t particularly fancy the fence that evening. Finally out, she lightly kicked her into a trot, keeping up the pace for about halfway around the track, to warm her up, and hopefully to lower her energy levels enough to make it easier for Jo to handle her...as much of a long shot as that was.

The practise gates were away for the evening, and Jo doubted she would have used them right then anyways, they still had a lot of gate work to do, because, of course, the Thoroughbred hated them, like she seemed to hate everything else. Pulling her to a standstill, feeling the quivering ball of energy underneath her, every muscle in the mare’s body was tense.

She wanted to run. Jo let her loose.

It was probably the quickest breeze the mare had ever given her, the mare practically flew around the track, at a faster pace than Jo had really wanted, but at least she went the whole length Jo asked of her without veering off towards the rail this session. Pulling her up was a struggle though, the mare wanted her head, she still had plenty of energy to burn, but she didn’t want her to end up with an injury, she couldn’t see the horse being stall ridden for any longer than a day.

Finally getting her back into the mounting yard, Jo was just beginning to think she was going to get her back to the barn with less issues than getting her there had been, when the mare suddenly reared. A lapse of judgement, and she felt herself falling backwards, she hadn’t been expecting it, though she should have known it would’ve happened. Her petite frame hit the ground with a surprisingly loud and painful thud, feeling the ground vibrate beneath her as Erin took off and back out to the track.

“Fuck you too,” she wheezed, all the breath knocked out of her.

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[ghost1]

Mia had woken up that morning to he alarm blaring like a siren which didn't improve her head ache that had struck her last night. She opened her eyes and blinked a few times and let loose a hail of curse words as she read the clock. 7:56am. Rolling out of bed and stumbling around till she found her glasses. Shoving them on her face she ran into the bathroom, to get ready.

15 minutes later Mia was out in the truck having pulled on a cami and polo with her riding pants and tall black boots. Screeching out of the driveway Mia sped out to the farm only slowing from 70 mph as she got near the exit ramp. "God Damit" she muttered under her breath. Mia had agreed to go out with some friends last night though she did not drink it was still a very late night.

Parking in the lot she hopped out of the truck slamming the door. Mia ran to the barn to retrieve the halters before going out to catch all of her horses. 30 minutes later the clock read 8:51am and Mia, sat down on a hay bale to rub her eyes. The head ache had only gotten worse, so she walked over to the lounge and grabbed the bottle of asprin. Swallowing 3 little pills she walked back to her horses. Pulling Turbo out of his stall the grey stallion was a one of her meaner horses though she still had to ride him so Mia tacked him up, watching his snapping mouth as she tightened his girth.

Leading Turbo out of the barn she saw a girl thrown from a horse in the mounting ring. Quickly tying Turbo to the fence she walked over to the girl. "Hey you okay? That looked like a nasty fall..." she trailed off. She had probably had many falls off of turbo to make up for 3 people lives. Mia held out her hand to help the girl up and introduced herself. "I am Blair Pletcher, who are you?"

[Johanna India Eastman]

I heard the sounds of another horse and rider near me. Perhaps I wasn’t as alone as I thought I had been. I could breathe a little easier now, enough falls like that meant I had learnt to recover quickly, and I had to go get Erin before she injured herself. I was about to get up, when I heard a voice near me, female. “Yeah, I’m fine,” I said, accepting the help that she offered me to get up. I winced slightly, I was going to be bruised in a few hours, and it was going to be a sore deal, riding Sharon and Mikka later on in the day. But, I could handle it.

“Jo,” I supplied my name, perhaps a little shortly, but my mind was elsewhere. Erin had slowed down to a walk, and then I watched as she halted, head immediately dropping to tear up the turf underfoot. At least she wasn’t galloping around maniacally now, I was worried she’d get tangled in her reins, or try to jump a railing somewhere, which her body wasn’t used to. “Don’t mean to be rude, but I have to go get my horse,” I said, taking off at a slow jog towards the track.

I slowed to a walk as I reached the black mare. Strangely, she didn’t run off when she saw me coming. Perhaps she figured she had caused enough trouble for one day, so was giving me a break...something I found hard to believe, she never gave me a break. Grabbing her reins, I fixed them up so they weren’t skewed anymore, hitching the stirrups up on her saddle, before leading her back to the mounting yard. “You and I need to have a talk. You really can’t keep doing that, you know. If I can’t get you racing, I’m not going to be able to stop Casey from selling you off to the slaughter house, okay?” I growled to the mare, before coming within earshot of the other woman.

I stopped her a few feet away, I needed to check and make sure she hadn’t injured herself when she had bolted.

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