Freestyle Reining competition
The horse truck drew up outside the barn, and ground to an unsteady, juddering halt. Inside I heard Solo whinny, and snort. I could almost feel his exitement running through his body, and I knew he would find it hard to settle. I ran around to open the ramp, grabbed his halter-rope just in time, as he ran down the ramp at a high stepping trot. He looked around, and gave a snorting, clarion, stallion call, making everyone on the showground aware of his presence. I tied him up to the side of the truck, smiling at the image his matching blue rug and halter created.

"Alright big boy, lets get you ready" I fetch his haynet, and tie it up in front of him. Soon he is muching happily, and flickering an ear at the interesting things going on around him. I walk around the other side of the truck, and retrieve his grooming kit, and tack, from inside the locker. I remove his royal blue rug, throwing it over the trailer partition, and coughing as the dust gets in my mouth. I groom across his body with long, sweeping strokes, expelling dust and scurf as I go. He raises his hooves polietly, giving a little whicker, allowing me to remove the mud and dirt from the the interior. I carefully place the saddle on his back, and tighten the cinch. Next the bridle, with its ornate blue detailing, and shiny silver buckles.
By the time I am mounted, and riding towards the collecting ring, he has forgotten all his earlier calmness. He hops around, giving jerky little half rears, and threatening to buck. I sit deep in the saddle, and drive him on with my legs, asking for his focus. he slowly begins to settle listening to me, and bending his body around my legs. We lope around the ring, the only sign of his previous unrest being his tense ears, and swishing tails. I go to a corner of the ring, working him in circles, and demi-pirouttes. I try and avoid the other Narakari circling the ring, for whenever he senses one coming too close, he squeals and shakes his head. The Narakari in front of me enters the corral, and I try not to allow my eyes to be drawn to their performance. But even from the corner of my eye, I can see how polished their routine, help I think, I am way out of my depth! The horse before leaves to arena, and I urge Solo into a lope, and begin to enter the arena. I hear my familiar music,
The Hall of Fame erupting from the speakers, and suddenly relax. I run my hands down his mane, and whisper nonsense into his ear.
Our routine is foot perfect, and the finale, at which I jump off at the gallop, and he stops, standing completely still, eyes half closed untill I return.

Still a WIP
