Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2014 20:40:22 GMT -5
White Rose was easily the biggest horse Jeff had ever ridden. She wasn't the tallest, no; he'd been tossed onto the backs of horses pushing eighteen hands or more. No, what made the sixteen three hand fill big was her bones, her muscle mass. She was a freight train, a mountain of horseflesh that meant business. In hand, she was docile, the type to greet you with a whicker, and also the type to knock you ten feet with her greeting nudge. A big bay filly who hates dirt. She was hard in the mouth too, but with the right cues and control, she was a knockout. Nothing could stand in her way, so it was on a tight rein that he trotted her out towards the trails. The ground was solid, the grass muffling her footsteps. As per usual, he was accompanied by Jaimy and his big docile bay Windsor. They'd discussed the plan ahead of time, so it was a quiet jog out to the head of the trails.
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