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Horse Name and Ref: RVR Yuma's Top Gun
Horse Age: 4 y/o

Rider Name: Lacey Collier

Rider Age: 25 y/o

Class(es) Entering: Cutting

Word Count: 1010

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Tilly leaned against the trailer, rubbing back and forth against a piece that really scratched an itch on her flank. She tossed her head, joyously finishing with a big stretch. Her half brother stood tied beside her, half asleep and waiting for his rider. A breeze blew up, lightly disturbing her mane as it tossed itself into her. She took a moment to sniff the air, taking in the different smells of other horses, humans, other animals, and human food. A dog barked somewhere nearby, quickly hushed by its owner.
Tilly thought of her own canine pal, Skeptic. An Australian Shepherd with a calm personality. Or, at least.. as calm as an Australian Shepherd can be. Tilly liked to egg her friend on by nudging open the goat and sheep pens gate with her nose, and watch Skeptic frantically scatter to get her livestock back together. Sometimes it's a mutual game, if Tilly can tell she's bored.
Soon Lacey came up beside her, clicking to alert the mare of her presence. She rubbed her hand up and down the mares shoulder to croup, then slunk behind her and onto the mini tack room attached to the trailer. How odd, it wasn't time for the events yet, was it? The mare looked around, noticing other horses preparing for the next rodeo event. No, hers should be a good bit off yet. Freja hadn't gone on her strange little adventure she goes on at events. She always came back smelling like weirder food and likely weirded people.
Lacey hauled her tack out and set it on a stand nearby, out of reach if the mare wanted to attack it. Not that she would to be mean, but given the chance..
Viper stirred beside her, letting out a groan. His tail swished to swat a few flies that had lined up on him during his nap as he yawned, stretching his neck out.

Soon, it was time to tack up. Lacey threw the cutting saddle over Tilly's back and she gave a protestant head shake. When she began pulling up the buckles, the mare pinned her ears and snapped at the air. She absolutely hates feeling the girth being done up. Why did it have to be so tight?!
Freja had went and returned from her food adventure, and was watching Lacey with interest. "Hey, don't do it up so suddenly. Give her some time to adjust. It's like giving yourself a wedgie ya know?"
Lacey patted the mare. "Aw, I'm sorry Till. Old habit I suppose."

She soon was warming up, stretching in her nice long trot, then being pulled into a jog. Then a collected canter, then slowed to a lope, then pulled back into a working walk. All done gradually of course, and she performed perfectly.
Lacey took her over to the fence to watch the other entrants at a safe distance, seeing that all of the cows seemed energetic today. Tilly watched them fly back and forth, occasionally seeing the horse drop to its knees to interrupt the cows motion. She nickered as each one went by, becoming excited as she saw that soon, she too would be in that arena being a cow chaser.
And then, it was their turn. Tilly felt herself grow hot and energetic under all the tack and it became difficult to contain herself. She gave an excited buck and rear combo as she got lined up. Lacey gave her a swift correction and continued on their way.
She took the reins up in her hand, bumping the reins to ask Tilly to collect herself more.
Then she was given the signal to go, and it was GO time. She bolted into the cows travel path, pushing hard as she could to get in front of it. She turned, bracing herself with her haunches then pushing off to pursue again. She pinned her ears against the wind, and pushed to cut the cow off again. Another success! Lacey was praising her with each stride, lightly using her cues to encourage the mare to use her shoulder.
Eventually Lacey pulled the reins and Tilly planted her hind end to stop, feeling her riders hand glide down her neck and a quiet, "good girl, great job."

Lacey loped her out of the arena, kicking up sand as she slowed to exit. She could've sworn she nearly ran over a child, but who knows. She can't see when she's focused.
Her rider jumped off and immediately began unbuckling the saddle. She cooed soft praises in the mares ear, telling her how proud she was of such a young horse. Tilly turned and wiggled her muzzle against Lacey. She loved her owner.
Freja came up holding a halter, and took the bit from her mouth carefully.
"You guys are a wonderful team, we really struck the jackpot with this filly." The black-haired woman said, giving her three firm patson the silly shoulder. Lacey slid the saddle off and a wave of cool hit her back. The breeze always felt nicer when she was sweaty. It was like a well-deserved reward for loving her job so much. And she knew a fan would be waiting for her back at the trailer, already turned on for her to stick her face in. Tilly does not have whiskers on her nose, due to whisking them off by sticking her head in the fan so much.
The two ladies loaded their tack onto the golf cart and hauled it off. Why make their precious filly carry it when the machines can do the work without getting exhausted? Freja offered to hold Tilly's rope as they ride back, the mare jogging on a loose rope back to the trailer.

As soon as she was tied back up she planted her face into her hay bag, scratching around and rubbing her sweaty face. She startled her friend Roxy, who'd been standing half asleep a few feet away. The fan blew graciously upon her pelt, the cool air feeling sweet and blissful on her back.
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Description
Horse Name and Ref: RVR Yuma's Top Gun
Horse Age: 4 y/o

Rider Name: Lacey Collier

Rider Age: 25 y/o

Class(es) Entering: Cutting

Word Count: 1010

~~~`~~~`~~~`~~~`~~~

Tilly leaned against the trailer, rubbing back and forth against a piece that really scratched an itch on her flank. She tossed her head, joyously finishing with a big stretch. Her half brother stood tied beside her, half asleep and waiting for his rider. A breeze blew up, lightly disturbing her mane as it tossed itself into her. She took a moment to sniff the air, taking in the different smells of other horses, humans, other animals, and human food. A dog barked somewhere nearby, quickly hushed by its owner.
Tilly thought of her own canine pal, Skeptic. An Australian Shepherd with a calm personality. Or, at least.. as calm as an Australian Shepherd can be. Tilly liked to egg her friend on by nudging open the goat and sheep pens gate with her nose, and watch Skeptic frantically scatter to get her livestock back together. Sometimes it's a mutual game, if Tilly can tell she's bored.
Soon Lacey came up beside her, clicking to alert the mare of her presence. She rubbed her hand up and down the mares shoulder to croup, then slunk behind her and onto the mini tack room attached to the trailer. How odd, it wasn't time for the events yet, was it? The mare looked around, noticing other horses preparing for the next rodeo event. No, hers should be a good bit off yet. Freja hadn't gone on her strange little adventure she goes on at events. She always came back smelling like weirder food and likely weirded people.
Lacey hauled her tack out and set it on a stand nearby, out of reach if the mare wanted to attack it. Not that she would to be mean, but given the chance..
Viper stirred beside her, letting out a groan. His tail swished to swat a few flies that had lined up on him during his nap as he yawned, stretching his neck out.

Soon, it was time to tack up. Lacey threw the cutting saddle over Tilly's back and she gave a protestant head shake. When she began pulling up the buckles, the mare pinned her ears and snapped at the air. She absolutely hates feeling the girth being done up. Why did it have to be so tight?!
Freja had went and returned from her food adventure, and was watching Lacey with interest. "Hey, don't do it up so suddenly. Give her some time to adjust. It's like giving yourself a wedgie ya know?"
Lacey patted the mare. "Aw, I'm sorry Till. Old habit I suppose."

She soon was warming up, stretching in her nice long trot, then being pulled into a jog. Then a collected canter, then slowed to a lope, then pulled back into a working walk. All done gradually of course, and she performed perfectly.
Lacey took her over to the fence to watch the other entrants at a safe distance, seeing that all of the cows seemed energetic today. Tilly watched them fly back and forth, occasionally seeing the horse drop to its knees to interrupt the cows motion. She nickered as each one went by, becoming excited as she saw that soon, she too would be in that arena being a cow chaser.
And then, it was their turn. Tilly felt herself grow hot and energetic under all the tack and it became difficult to contain herself. She gave an excited buck and rear combo as she got lined up. Lacey gave her a swift correction and continued on their way.
She took the reins up in her hand, bumping the reins to ask Tilly to collect herself more.
Then she was given the signal to go, and it was GO time. She bolted into the cows travel path, pushing hard as she could to get in front of it. She turned, bracing herself with her haunches then pushing off to pursue again. She pinned her ears against the wind, and pushed to cut the cow off again. Another success! Lacey was praising her with each stride, lightly using her cues to encourage the mare to use her shoulder.
Eventually Lacey pulled the reins and Tilly planted her hind end to stop, feeling her riders hand glide down her neck and a quiet, "good girl, great job."

Lacey loped her out of the arena, kicking up sand as she slowed to exit. She could've sworn she nearly ran over a child, but who knows. She can't see when she's focused.
Her rider jumped off and immediately began unbuckling the saddle. She cooed soft praises in the mares ear, telling her how proud she was of such a young horse. Tilly turned and wiggled her muzzle against Lacey. She loved her owner.
Freja came up holding a halter, and took the bit from her mouth carefully.
"You guys are a wonderful team, we really struck the jackpot with this filly." The black-haired woman said, giving her three firm patson the silly shoulder. Lacey slid the saddle off and a wave of cool hit her back. The breeze always felt nicer when she was sweaty. It was like a well-deserved reward for loving her job so much. And she knew a fan would be waiting for her back at the trailer, already turned on for her to stick her face in. Tilly does not have whiskers on her nose, due to whisking them off by sticking her head in the fan so much.
The two ladies loaded their tack onto the golf cart and hauled it off. Why make their precious filly carry it when the machines can do the work without getting exhausted? Freja offered to hold Tilly's rope as they ride back, the mare jogging on a loose rope back to the trailer.

As soon as she was tied back up she planted her face into her hay bag, scratching around and rubbing her sweaty face. She startled her friend Roxy, who'd been standing half asleep a few feet away. The fan blew graciously upon her pelt, the cool air feeling sweet and blissful on her back.
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