The sunlight slapped her in the face and she raised a arm to block it out. She walked toward her truck and toward trailer's side door, which she opened to reveal her tack trunk.

Peter didn't want to push his arm when it was already bothering him, but there was so much to do before the contest. He'd hate to get disqualified for not being ready on time, but if he overdid things beforehand there was more chance he wouldn't be fit to take part anyhow. He sighed deeply as he wondered what to do for the best.

She saw him staring at his trunk, "You need any help?" she called out, and walked toward his truck.

"I think I might" Peter admitted. "Though it seems a little backwards, aren't guys supposed to help girls with heavy things?!" He laughed nervously as he turned towards the blonde stranger. "Only I got badly hurt a few years ago and it still flares up sometimes"

She laughed, "You saying we aren't strong?" she gave mock seriousness. "That sucks, but i'll help" she reached past him and picked up his trunk like it was a feath. "Lead the way" she gave a motion with her head to lead.

feather*

Peter blushed "Apparently far stronger than me! I appreciate this so much" He headed back towards Sapphire's stall, rubbing his arm again. "This is my mare" He smiled proudly when they arrived. "Thanks again. Could I maybe buy you a drink or snack to repay your kindness?"

Jules smiled, "Thank you. Very pretty mare, my stallion's name is Double Trouble, aka Trouble, and you can let me win to repay me" she looked at the mare for a hot minute.

"Huh, you should've told me those conditions sooner. What's the point tacking up at all?" Peter frowned, shaking his head. "Sorry but no deal"

"Man, but your mare looks built for jumps so you can't lose aganist me." she laughed.