The Fate of a Rider

Chapter 2: At The Ranch

I woke up at 11:00 the next day and I went downstairs to eat some breakfast. My dad was already there frying some eggs. I was usually the last one to wake up. My brother was usually first, but I didn't see him anywhere. I asked my grandma if he was awake and she said that he wasn't. In my house I lived with my mom, dad, brother, grandma, grandpa, aunt Mary and uncle Steve. We all in on our ranch in Texas. We teach kids lesson, train wild horses, and ride. Our ranch was called 'Country Side Farms', I lived here all my life.

"Veronica, can you please tack up Pastello, I am going to ride him." my dad asked me. I loved Pastello and my dad was going to ride him, so I got up and took my plate to the sink. I went up stairs to get my riding shoes and socks, put them on, and went to the door and grabbed my hoodie from the couch and went out. 

As soon as I went outside, I saw my breathe expanding into the air. I put on my hoodie and jogged to the tack room, got the saddle and bridle and headed out. I could feel the slight wind pushing against my hair as I walked past the long grass and opened the door to the stable and quickly closed it behind me, not letting the wind get it. I walked all the way to the second-to-last stall and came inside. I carefully brushed Pastellos hair and then cleaned his feet. Afterwards, I put on his bridle and then moved on to his saddle. After he was all ready to ride, I took the reins and headed outside. I directed the horse inside the arena, where my dad was about to ride. I went to sit on a chair where I was able to see him. I always loved watching him ride. He was so good. 

He got up onto the horse and immediately started trotting in circles around the arena. After a couple of rounds he pushed forward into a canter. Pastello looked beautiful when he cantered. The horse was beautiful itself. I was a creamy color mixed together with brown, which was the perfect combination, it wasn't too dark or too light. His main and tail where black. He is a Quarter Horse, so he was a really good jumper and was really good at dressage and cross-country. 

My dad asked me to set him up an double jump, both 1 meter high. The next jump he wanted in the course was a normal straight fence that was 110 centimeters high. The I set-up more jumps and the last one was an oxer jump, which was 160 centimeters high. As I watched him do the course, I was amazed. I really love watching him ride.