appearances are deceiving (rawr/logan) Jul 2, 2012 17:06:56 GMT -5
Post by FREE ♥ on Jul 2, 2012 17:06:56 GMT -5
Riley was nervous. She had never before competed at cutting. She had just gotten into it because it looked fun, and then her sister had jokingly dared her to enter the amateur class at the next rodeo. Avery should have known better. Here Riley was, on a borrowed gelding, next in line to cut one cow out of a whole herd of them. Thankfully, the gelding knew exactly what he was doing. He had been patiently teaching her how she was supposed to cue him, but he knew what shows were. As competitive as Riley was, so was the gelding.
They called her name. Riley Grant riding Golden Shadows. "Here we are, buddy." She petted his neck as she urged him into the ring, not even knowing if she had a time limit or anything. Reading up on the rules had not been as high on her priority list as actually learning how to cut a horse well enough to come out in an arena and do it by herself. She started by walking through the cows, cutting a small group away from the larger herd. She picked an all black cow, zeroing in and making sure Shadow knew which cow she wanted. Then began the harrowing process of keeping the cow from the rest of the cows. She and Shadow moved almost as one as the horse whirled on his hindquarters, shot forward, stopped, and reversed directions in the blink of an eye, always keeping the black cow away from the others. As soon as the cow turned away from the herd, Riley signaled the gelding he was done. She patted his neck, triumphantly leaving the arena. She would tell no one that she was basically just along for the ride. Of course, those who knew Shadow knew that he was a total packer, practically doing the work for the rider after the cow was chosen.
She dismounted, prepared to wait until the rest of the competitors competed. With Shadows, she might place. If she had come on any other average horse, she would not have done well. She slung her right arm over the buckskin's neck, looking around at the other people and horses. It was very busy, and she saw a couple young horses who were clearly overwhelmed. She would have to remember these nights. She wasn't exactly a Western rider, although clearly she dabbled in it. Her specialty was English, specifically jumping and cross country. But if she needed to see how a horse would do around crowds or if she needed to desensitize a horse to crowds, the rodeo would be the perfect place. Tons of people, tons of horses, the roar of the crowd, and millions of distractions. Shadow wasn't fazed, but stood with his back leg cocked and eyelids drooping over his dark, chocolatey eyes. Riley had on a white cowboy hat, white shirt with brown accents, and a pair of worn jeans. She certainly looked the part of a normal rodeo competitor, but appearances could certainly be deceiving.