Aaron
Aaron nearly screamed, as the inconceivably fast horse zipped by. He leaned over and patted Amira's neck then he walked to the
Water pump. He didnt mean to, Amira just went there.
Aaron could almost see her smiling devilishly, "this is bad, this is very very bad." he mumbled, "what am I even doing on a horse?!" he griped, throwing his hands in the air.
Amira slowed to a halt, Aaron could feel her getting ready to buck, there was nothing he could do about it. "I'm gonna die." like a rubberband being cut Amira bucked and Aaron was sent flying,landing in a puddle of horse droppings and mud. He suddenly felt like crying, but he stood up and got back on.
His anger and determination were inflamed, he was gonna ride this horse and he was going to like it.
He, covered in smelly crap, was riding a barrel racing Arabian.
Without a quiver he trotted, then cantered and launched into a gallop. Riding with ease he had never known he had.