All ive ever loved

Chapter Two

Chapter 2

I run into barn 3, the smell of hay and new leather filling my nostrils. Horses neigh and twitch their ears as I pass. I enter the tack room and head to the saddles mounted on the wall. They are all neatly sized either S, M, or L (small, medium, or large). And next to the letter s,m,or l, is a number 1-10, another more minuscule sizing. I fit most comfortably in M3.

"M3...M3... wherefore art thou M3..." I sing to my self quietly feeling all Shakesphere-y.

When I finally find M3, I heft it off its "mini shelf", as I prefer to call it, and throw it over my left arm. For starters, saddles are heavy, more than 15 pounds. Now that doesn't seem like a lot, but to trow it over a small arm like mine along with a girth, saddle pad, bridle, and gel pad, it's pretty heavy. I find all the tack and Tucker's bridle and head back to barn 4.

The dry gravel path to barn 3 is only a few horse lengths long. The pungent smell of freshly cut grass, hay, and horse fill my nostrils as the hot sun beats down on me. The gravel crunches underfoot and the air is still. Just as I enter the barn, Tucker decides to poop. I roll my eyes and laugh a little as I grab the fly infested bucket and shovel. I've grown used to the smell of horse poop. It no longer bothers me. Suddenly I hear a high pitched voice.

"Having fun, Little Miss Poo?" She smirked.

She was Kate, the barn jerk. Well, the jerk to me. She is the devil with lip gloss and perfectly groomed breeches. Kate has long blond hair which she curled today. Her piercing green eyes stare deep into your sole. She has to be perfectly clean... Even at the barn.

"What do you want, Kate." I mumbled.

"Just wondering how your duty is turning out." She giggled.

Suddenly Sarah walked up.

"At least she is a real rider, unlike you, Kate." She stepped in.

Even though I consider horses my best friends, it's nice to have a human who can talk to me, help me, and defend me... like now. "What do you mean, not a real rider?" Kate narrowed her eyes.

"A real rider takes full responsibility when it comes to their horse, and that means cleaning poo. If you can't handle that, you aren't a real rider, Kate." Sarah shot at her.

"Ha! I don't think cleaning poop off the ground or not determines if you can ride." Kate shot back.

"Have it your way, princess." Sarah said quietly to me as Kate sashayed away.

"Thanks for that by the way." I smiled at Sarah.

"Don't mention it. Kate can be a jerk sometimes. She's just jealous." Sarah laughed then walked over to tack up her horse.