Post by sarah on Jun 7, 2006 18:04:45 GMT -5
Tristan swung his western saddle over Zanzibar's back. He adjusted the saddle to fit comfortably on the blanket and pushed the girth and breast plate off the seat so they hung on the opposite side of the cream stallion.
We're going to take a nice little endurance booster this afternoon. You know why? He walked around the front of the horse to the other side and untwisted the breastplate as he brought it around Zanzibar's chest. He stopped for a moment and looked up at the horse. When Zanzibar just swung his head around boredly to look at Tristan he nodded. That's right. Sarah and Daybreak won't stand a chance at beating us if we practice every chance we get. We'll whoop their butts pretty soon.
He hooked the breastplate to the saddle and bent down to reach under Zanzibar's barrel for the girth. He brought it with him as he straightened and began to cinch it up. We'll find a nice stretch of land and just run in circles for miles. He laughed, pulling the cinch strap tight and checking to make sure it wasn't choking his horse.
A few years ago he wasn't even into horses. He had just gone along with Sarah to a BLM round-up in Nevada because...well...he was a tag-a long. He'd admit to that. At first he just trailed his friend, staring unseeing into the corrals of the wild mustangs, nodding when Sarah said something to him but not responding with words. He honestly knew nothing of horses and thought they were meant to be wild animals. But, Sarah bought Daybreak and it turned out great for both her and the Mustang. So, after spending countless hours down at the barn as Sarah tamed and broke Daybreak to a bridle ( the saddle was a bit more difficult and she hadn't even managed to get as far as cinching it yet) he began to get more and more interested. Then one day a few months later he saw an add in the paper for a free Mustang stallion, partially broken to saddle, gentle disposition, and in need of a good home. Well, needless to say Sarah was over there in a jiff and of course Tristan tagged along. Well, to make a long story short, Sarah took the horse but Tristan was doing most of the work with him because Sarah was working with Daybreak, to she gave Zanzibar to him. And now here they were, 3 years later.
So...that's how you came about Z. I'm not exactly sure if you're BLM or what but...your a pretty cool horse. He buckled the throat latch on his bridle and swung the split reins around his neck.
Zanzibar swung his head and butted Tristan's abdomen roughly, shoving him backwards. Okay okay, more then pretty cool. Tristan laughed and began leading the stallion away from the cross ties and out into the afternoon sun. He put on his helmet, since he wasn't that good of a rider yet, and mounted up. Quickly getting himself situated, he squeezed his thighs and sent Zanzibar off at a smooth trot.
He waited until he got nearer to the pastures, looking across them to the stretch of woods ahead before adjusting his seat ever so slightly. Alright, let's stretch your legs. He said to the horse, giving him the cue to break into a gallop.
Zanzibar's body shivered in anticipation of a run and he didn't need to be asked twice before he took an excited buck as he jumped into the ground eating gallop between the pasture fences.
We're going to take a nice little endurance booster this afternoon. You know why? He walked around the front of the horse to the other side and untwisted the breastplate as he brought it around Zanzibar's chest. He stopped for a moment and looked up at the horse. When Zanzibar just swung his head around boredly to look at Tristan he nodded. That's right. Sarah and Daybreak won't stand a chance at beating us if we practice every chance we get. We'll whoop their butts pretty soon.
He hooked the breastplate to the saddle and bent down to reach under Zanzibar's barrel for the girth. He brought it with him as he straightened and began to cinch it up. We'll find a nice stretch of land and just run in circles for miles. He laughed, pulling the cinch strap tight and checking to make sure it wasn't choking his horse.
A few years ago he wasn't even into horses. He had just gone along with Sarah to a BLM round-up in Nevada because...well...he was a tag-a long. He'd admit to that. At first he just trailed his friend, staring unseeing into the corrals of the wild mustangs, nodding when Sarah said something to him but not responding with words. He honestly knew nothing of horses and thought they were meant to be wild animals. But, Sarah bought Daybreak and it turned out great for both her and the Mustang. So, after spending countless hours down at the barn as Sarah tamed and broke Daybreak to a bridle ( the saddle was a bit more difficult and she hadn't even managed to get as far as cinching it yet) he began to get more and more interested. Then one day a few months later he saw an add in the paper for a free Mustang stallion, partially broken to saddle, gentle disposition, and in need of a good home. Well, needless to say Sarah was over there in a jiff and of course Tristan tagged along. Well, to make a long story short, Sarah took the horse but Tristan was doing most of the work with him because Sarah was working with Daybreak, to she gave Zanzibar to him. And now here they were, 3 years later.
So...that's how you came about Z. I'm not exactly sure if you're BLM or what but...your a pretty cool horse. He buckled the throat latch on his bridle and swung the split reins around his neck.
Zanzibar swung his head and butted Tristan's abdomen roughly, shoving him backwards. Okay okay, more then pretty cool. Tristan laughed and began leading the stallion away from the cross ties and out into the afternoon sun. He put on his helmet, since he wasn't that good of a rider yet, and mounted up. Quickly getting himself situated, he squeezed his thighs and sent Zanzibar off at a smooth trot.
He waited until he got nearer to the pastures, looking across them to the stretch of woods ahead before adjusting his seat ever so slightly. Alright, let's stretch your legs. He said to the horse, giving him the cue to break into a gallop.
Zanzibar's body shivered in anticipation of a run and he didn't need to be asked twice before he took an excited buck as he jumped into the ground eating gallop between the pasture fences.