"Um... well I have to ride 2, ground work some client babies and I have to lunge Trouble since hes out." She answered, she kept thinking making sure she was right.

"Wow. I could do lunging, if that's any help?" Peter said softly. Trouble had seemed to quite like him.

"Good right ahead, lets head to the barn then" she dismounted, flinging the reins over the little fillies neck. The pair walked to the arena gate and unlocked it, before walking out and locking it. She left May at the cross ties despeit her protests, as Jules opened her stallions stall smiling, "Hey there buddy want to lunge with Peter?" the stallion looked at both of them before walked/limped over.

Peter was glad that he could do something useful. He followed Jules to the barn, keeping a safe distance from May. He sighed a little seeing Trouble lame but had to smile as the stallion sniffed curiously at his casted arm. "Yeah, we're both hurt so we have to take care of each other" He said softly.

She led him out, trying to wipe shavings off him. The big stallion nuzzled her while she clipped the lunge line to his halter before handing it to Peter. She groaned as a colt kicked as his stall, "This will be fun".

Peter smiled as he watched the stallion nuzzle Jules. He thanked her and took the line, letting Trouble go at his own pace. He frowned a little as he heard Jules groan.

"You might want to move youself and Trouble" She grabbed a fencing and caged it around the stall. She reached and unlocked the stall. Rocket (the colt) bolted out slamming into the gate and backed up, annoyed he didnt get away.

"Wow, he sure seems a livewire!" Peter remarked as he watched the colt. He didn't really have experience of youngsters. Maybe he would someday, remembering what Jules had said about perhaps breeding their horses together.

"Hmph thats just watching, wait till you watch me ride this wild thing" she grabbed his halter and climbed up on the fence to struggle to put it on. "Ok lets go, slow Rocket." she left him and went in the tackroom, grabbing a helment and gloves.

"Be careful" Peter sighed anxiously. He was worried enough about her leg even though he wasn't sure how it honestly felt. He certainly didn't want her to get hurt again.