Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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Leo had taken some time to practice the barrels, but he knew really he needed lessons. He'd gotten along well with Dime in the few weeks since the last show, but without having had a lesson, he wasn't sure how well this would go. It was all just for fun though, and he liked having a blast. He patted the horses neck and sent him round the warm up ring once more to get him ready, and then he was in. Leo wound him up before the start and then leant forward and sent him on, hollering like a cowboy - he really needed to get a hat off Shannon. Unfortunately, hollering didn't quite help and he felt the first barrel tip. Uh oh - he was more careful on the second but it felt too slow. Trying to moderate, he went too fast on the third turn and he felt them clatter it. Once again, two out of three - this wasn't bowling. Laughing all the same, he sent the horse home with a grin and a hearty well earned pat.
[attr="class","character-lavender-content"] She had Barb saddled up, warmed up, and ready to go. Bailey Gallager was always excited when it came to competition time though, it was in her nature to be competitive. Her father was leading them to the shoot now, the class was so small but the teenagers was feeling good about her chances of placing, if not winning. In the chaos of the arena, she heard Leo White whoop and holler, causing Bailey to roll her eyes, "Silly Englishman..." She muttered under her breath, giving her grulla mare a good pat as the seconds ticked by. Barb knew what was up though, and she danced in place a little bit as Bailey sat deep in her seat and her father held on, unperturbed by the mare's antics.
And then, it was time. They turned the mare around, having her stare in the opposite direction of the arena. And as soon as they nod was given, Bailey's father let go of the reins. Automatically, the teenager hands zipped up the the reins for close contact as she swung Barb around, and they sprang forward down the shoot. Bailey leaned forward, giving her mare all the forward motion she needed to speed with a little encouragement as well. But Barb didn't need it, she'd been doing this for thirteen years. They swung around the first barrel and shot towards the next one, and then the final one. In all the chaos - she knew her mare might have tooted once or twice, but Bailey didn't care - Barb's farts were her plus one speed super power.
And apparently it paid off as they finished with 9.8 seconds. Bailey's jaw dropped as she heard the announcer, "Well shit, Barb! New record!" and with that, she gave that gruella mare all of the loving that she could muster. Her father congratulating her on the otherside, and the three of them walked back towards Blue Belle's trailer to hose down the mare and take her home.
This was something new for Jessie and her chestnut gelding. She'd done a couple of practices at home but she didn't wholly know what she was doing other than she had the pattern down and she tried to go hell to leather. Wildfire was a fast little bugger and he loved putting his foot to the floor, but sometimes steering could be questionable and he liked to believe he knew better.
Which was exactly the issue as Jessie wound him up at the start of the race and then let him go like a bomb - he shot off and at first she whooped, and then as she tried to steady him for the turn, she cringed. There were no break. The chestnut shot around the barrel with a prey and a hope from his rider on board.. but the barrel tipped. They were off for the second with barely a touch from Jessie and it was another messy spin - the barrel tipped. She hoped it wasn't about to be three for three. She managed to steady the gelding this time and get in tight around the final barrel, making sure they were clear round before Jessie let him have his head again. She whooped at the chestnut and let him fly down the centre line for home, struggling to pull him up as they crossed the timer.
Kendra was thrilled to hear that barrel racing had been added as a class at a competition. She had been busy with work for the last competition, but now she was ready.
The chestnut gelding let out a huff as he closed his eyes in the stall. Kendra allowed Chloe and Tobias to help her get Cairo ready - the two were in charge of brushing and getting the gelding ready. Kendra herself focused on getting herself ready, dusting off her old Western show gear just for this occasion. She buttoned up her shirt, tightened her belt and slid her feet into her cowboy boots.
By that point, Cairo was ready to go. She smiled at her family as they held Cairo's reins and gently taking them from Tobias. The blonde walked over towards the mounting block - checked the cinch and got on, walking over towards the warmup ring.
They went through their paces, watching out for other riders as she did so. It wasn't long before their names were called and they headed over to the show pen. It seemed as if most people were having difficulties keeping the barrels up - they were fixing the barrels as soon as she approached, giving her a thumbs up when they were ready.
Kendra nodded and clucked twice before Cairo picked up a gallop - she let her horse go a few strides straight before turning him towards the first barrel, turning tight around it before galloping off to the second one. This time the turn was too tight, causing her foot to make contact with the barrel, causing it to fall over. She urged the chestnut on towards the last one, trying to make up for time, but the same thing happened at the last barrel.
She let out a sigh, focusing on galloping as fast as they could towards the finish line - bringing the gelding back to a walk after they finished. Kendra wasn't happy with the result, though she knew they were rusty. The blonde reached down and patted Cairo on the neck, thanking him for the good try anyway.
