*Kolt's POV*
I watched the barrel racers warm up in the arena before the rode. I saw Brandi, she was riding a black gelding, who I believe is another one of Dakota's horses. He trained barrel horses and roping horses, the barrel horses he has Brandi ride as well as her own barrel horse, Jack.
Jack was a black gelding, but he was short and kinda fat. This horse was tall, and fit. Perfect for barrels. He was pretty fast, by the way they were loping around the arena.
I walked back to my truck and grabbed my rigging bag and walked back to the shoots to pull my bull.
*Brandi's POV*
I was by my truck when Dakota walked up with a big black Quarter horse gelding.
"Who's this?"
"Indiana. 16 hands of pure speed, agility, and love." He stated.
"Let me guess, you want me to compete on him?"
"Yep! Now grab your saddle and go warm him up. I'll grab Jack."
I went to the back of the trailer to the tack room, grabbed my saddle and pad, slung it over my shoulder and walked back up to Dakota and Indiana. I tacked up Indy and hopped on. Dakota made Jack's lead rope into reins and hopped up on him bareback and trotted after me. I trotted Indy to the gate of the arena and then loped off, Dakota following closely.
This horses strides were HUGE! They were monstrous. So much different then the other horses I've rode. I pulled him up to a walk.
"He's fun ain't he?" Dakota grinned.
"His strides are huge! They are just perfect!"
"I know, that's why I'm offering him to you, as a gift for helping me out with all of these horses."
"Oh my gosh! Really?! Yes! Yes! Yes!"
I hugged him, it was difficult considering we were on horse back, but yeah we hugged.
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It's All in the Rodeo
AdventureBrandi Johnson is a normal teenage cowgirl. You know the ones who don't give a fuck about their hair and would rather be turning barrels than jumping fences. The ones who's motto is 'Life's too short for slow horses and ugly cowboys'. Kolt Dawson...