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She dismounted carefully. Her thigh flared while she led Expressio to the cross ties. "Ugh.. we arent doing this thigh I have horses to ride".
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Peter frowned worriedly. He could see that Jules was struggling now but knew trying to stop her from riding hadn't gone well last time.
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She led Spring out ready to but her moves to the test, "Sorry I switched you, your just not built to jump high girly, you will like XC better." she rubbed her face while she tacked her up.
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She led Spring out ready to but her moves to the test, "Sorry I switched you, your just not built to jump high girly, you will like XC better." she rubbed her face while she tacked her up.
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Peter was even more concerned to hear that Jules was trying something new with the mare. That probably increased the chance of things going wrong.
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"Ready girl" Spring nickered and Jules turned toward Peter, "Want to watch?" she grabbed Spring's reins and waited.
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"Sure" He nodded, forcing a smile although he was scared for her.
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"Alright we have to walk to the course" she led Spring out of the barn and toward the course.
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Peter headed after her. He watched for signs of the pain worsening.
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They finally made it to a wooden start box, she grabbed her vest and slipped it on before mounting Spring.
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