Make It Rein

Casanova

"So, you're the real deal huh?" Asked the seasoned roper.

"I'm as real as they get sir." Allison winked. Scanning the stalls of the Hillcrest Quarter Horse Barn, no horse impressed her. The barn echoed from Allison's boots against the cold concrete floor. 'Canada Day.' Read the sign. 'Not bad.' Allison thought as she overlooked the grey 3 year old's conformation. He was gorgeous. "We can tack him up in no time for you if you're interested in Can!" The cowboy smiled. "Sure, why not." Allison agreed.

Several moments later Allison found herself in the massive indoor arena, leading the grey through the gate. She noticed another fellow struggling to open the gate because his horse was dragging him around so she held it open. He nodded gratefully. After she tightened her cinch, Allison mounted the colt. She performed many sliding stops, some left and right spins and put the grey through his gaits. 'Impressive! I think I'll take him.' She thought. "I like him! He's definitely worth his price. I'll take him!" The cowboy nodded and smiled as she walked Can out. "I can't believe THE Allison Blaine is going to buy a horse from me." He chuckled.

As Can, Allison and the seasoned cowboy left the arena, the horse that the fellow was struggling with escaped his grip and galloped madly around the arena. The three watched eagerly as the man attempted many times to regain control of the horse, but to no avail. The horse slid to a stop, did a rollback and galloped quickly to the other end of the arena each time the cowboy got close to him. "Which horse is that?" Allison asked in awe as she watched the horse 'perform'. "His name is Casanova. He's a crazy one at that. A great ride if someone put some time into em."

"I'll take that one." Allison declared.

"Are you sure ma'am? I mean he's a pretty wild one." The cowboy questioned.

"Yes I'm sure. I am after all a professional Reiner." Allison beamed.

"Will you be taking Can too?"

"Of course!"