Post by Johanna India Eastman on Jan 30, 2011 4:57:35 GMT -8
i'm a mess in a dress, can't show up on time
even if it would save my life, according to you
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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 bound 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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