It didn't take too long for the family to untack, check tack, then put it in the tack room. Then brush the horses, wash them, and let them walk on the automatic horse walkers. Then the family split up to finish their other various chores. Feeding their horses, moving their horses, or for Jacob and Diana signing off on some paperwork. Rylee went for the barns, checking up on the four horses she would be bringing to the events hosted in Oklahoma City. She hums to herself as she works, clearing out bedding and putting fresh shaving in. Then fresh water and hay.

Then she moved on to the tack room, where she checked all the tack she would be taking with her, then cleaned it, and finally went and moved it into the little tackroom in the trailer that her and Jacob would be taking. Hades remained a constant companion throughout it all. Some of the dogs had returned to the area that was their home, and some had followed around some others who were walking around, weather they be Hunt family or just ranch helpers. Rylee finishes up in the barn, before heading outside. Now bored, she heads off to find her twin brother.

"Hey, Danny, whatchua doing?" Daniel looks up,"Checking on the horses. Did you finish your chores?" Rylee nods,"Yeah. My horses are ready, and all the tack is loaded. That way all Dad and I have to do is load the horses and load the camping equipment, and of course Hades." The German Shepherd flicks his ears forward at the mention of his name, but besides that he was too busy rolling in the nearby dirt. Daniel grins,"Well, well, look at you being all organized and efficient." Rylee rolls her eyes,"Aren't Mom and I the only ones?" Daniel grimaces before laughing,"Touche."

After a few laps of trotting Matteo patted Gio, he didn't want to work the mare to hard before loading for Oklahoma City. His feet hit the dirt as he dismounted causing little clouds of dust to rise from the earth, puffing around his black boots. He led the mare to untack and rub down, after tying her in the cross ties he removed her tack then picked up her lead again and made his way to the wash stall. He picked up the hose and wetted her down, rubbed the soap in her coat and thoroughly scrubbed the dirt and other debris from her grullo coat. Matteo payed extra attention to her white patches and made sure they stayed white, he dried her off then let her sit to finish drying in the sun while he went to load the rest of the equines. Something Matteo loved was to get there early so he didn't stress out and he was going to do just that, the tack was already in their tack covers safety stowed away in the mini tack room, trunks loaded, bridles in their bags, all the equines in their traveling gear, fluffy head collars secure on their faces. He lead Vola in first making sure her gear was good, then he led Moz as he and Vola got along well, next Sprez, followed by Tesmi, the one after was Blue which was hyped and full with energy as always, Colo quiet as expected, and Forte loaded with ease. After those mounts were settled in he walked back toward the patient Gio, she was definitely dry by now and he threw on her gear before loading her in as well with her friends.

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Matteo placed the dog stuff in the very back of his truck (big bags of dog food, movable setup playpen 20 feet back and forth and 10 feet side to side, collars, emergency numbers, toys, treats, etc.). After that he whistled in a special tone that all his dogs knew and sure enough they looped towards him, their ears flapping and the pink dogs out the side of their mouths. After making sure the truck and trailer were secure he got in and headed towards Oklahoma Ciry.

The next morning came quickly and Legacy Ranch became very busy. All the Hunt members were running around, loading horses, calling for help, stable hands were running around, it was very chaotic. It was not the first time Legacy Ranch would be left in the hands of their eldest ranch hand. A fifty-ish man named Torquil Todd, a man who had been a friend of Jacob's for a long time. Torquil ran the ranch very well when the Hunt family was gone, and they trusted them whole-heartedly. Diana was the first to leave, followed by Daniel and Colin a few hours later, and then Draco half an hour later.

"Rylee! A bheil a h-uile càil air a luchdachadh? A bheil sinn ag ionndrainn rud sam bith? Eich sam bith, tac, biadhadh, campachadh, stuth coin? Rud sam bith." Rylee hollars back,"Chan eil! Tha Kiki, Gallent, Trixie, agus Corporal uile air an luchdachadh. Tha a h-uile biadh each, feur, agus biadh coin anns an t-seòmar tac. Tha Hades agus Titan làn de leashes agus acfhainn. Tha halters agus a h-uile tac anns an t-seòmar tac, làn sgrùdadh thairis air co-dhiù dà uair." Jacob joins his daughter,"An trèilear?" Rylee replies,"Tha na h-àiteachan fuirich air an glanadh a-mach, tha plaideachan, cluasagan, plaideachan a bharrachd againn, tha biadh air a stòradh, agus tha a h-uile dad glan bho bhreaban sam bith."

Jacob sighs in relief, before switching back to English,"Torquil!" The head stable hand appears, greeting Jacob,"Hey, you guys about to head out?" Jacob nods,"Yup, everything is good here right?" Torquil laughs,"As always Jacob, as always. Don't you worry about the ranch, you know I always take good care of it." Jacob agrees,"I know, but you know I like to make sure." Torquil shakes his head amused,"You know I'll call if something is wrong and that you can call me if you need something." Jacob smiles,"And that is why you are head stable hand, you have been a long trusted friend."

Rylee was leaning out the driver side of the black four-wheel drive truck,"Dad! We need to leave soon if we plan on reaching the city in time to set up for tonight!" Jacob frowns at his daughter,"The race doesn't start for another two days!" Rylee shrugs,"So? We've still gotta set up, and I've got other events to participate in." Jacob sighs, muttering to Torquil,"Impatient teenagers." The two bid farewell with a chuckle and Jacob climbs into the passenger seat. Rylee starts off, the silver trailer following behind the truck. Both holding the Legacy Ranch symbol on both sides. A simple white Clydesdale silhouette rearing up with the words Legacy Ranch intertwined with the picture.

(Translation:
Rylee! A bheil a h-uile càil air a luchdachadh? A bheil sinn ag ionndrainn rud sam bith? Eich sam bith, tac, biadhadh, campachadh, stuth coin? Rud sam bith = Rylee! Is everything loaded? Are we missing anything? Any horses, tack, feed, camping, dog stuff? Anything
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Chan eil! Tha Kiki, Gallent, Trixie, agus Corporal uile air an luchdachadh. Tha a h-uile biadh each, feur, agus biadh coin anns an t-seòmar tac. Tha Hades agus Titan làn de leashes agus acfhainn. Tha halters agus a h-uile tac anns an t-seòmar tac, làn sgrùdadh thairis air co-dhiù dà uair. = No! Kiki, Gallent, Trixie, and Corporal are all loaded. All the horse feed, hay, and dog food are in the tack room. Hades and Titan are loaded with leashes and harnesses. Halters and all tack are in the tackroom, fully checked over at least twice.
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An trèilear? = The trailer?
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Tha na h-àiteachan fuirich air an glanadh a-mach, tha plaideachan, cluasagan, plaideachan a bharrachd againn, tha biadh air a stòradh, agus tha a h-uile dad glan bho bhreaban sam bith = The living quarters have been cleaned out, we have blankets, pillows, extra blankets, food is stocked, and everything is clean of any vermits)

Matteo had arrived the night before and was already done setting up, put fresh shavings in, and horses stowed away. He felt nice that he'd come early, it seemed no one else had the idea as it was 4am and no one was here besides him. He shrugged it off and went back toward the temporary stalls, after staing hi to his mounts he went to unload his tack as the previous night he was to tired but made sure to unload his equines but he knew the tack could wait in the waterproof trailer. After about an 1 hour he had finished but was still obsessively checking again and again, it seemed like the thousandth time when he finally settled down and went back outside. The sun shine off the arriving trailers, all different shapes, sizes, and yes colors. He watched for a bit till he went back to his stalls to put all his horses on the walker.

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He was cleaning his tack when he saw the arriving Legacy trailer, by then it was late and mostly everyone was supposed to be there. He but his lip, whoever he was racing against was in that trailer. He was walking past the row of empty stables across his when he had the curiosity to see who was going to be stables infront of him, he made a face at the name 'Legacy Ranch' imprinted on each card "This is going to be fun" he chuckled to himself.

The trip didn't take very long and when the trailer pulled in the camping area was still pretty empty. Rylee pulls into their spot,"Hmm, it's quite deserted." Jacob chuckles,"Oh I'm sure everyone will flood in throughout the rest of the day and tomorrow. Don't forget the race isn't for another day." Rylee agrees as she parks,"True, true." The two get out, letting out the two German Shepherds. Typically the dogs never had collars or harnesses but this time they had both just in case the dogs ran off. Contact numbers on both collars in case someone came across the dogs.

They set up the four paddocks before putting the horses in them, making sure the horses had water and hay and that the paddock was secure. Then the two head inside the living quarters of the trailer, the dogs on their heels. They spent an hour at most setting up the inside, and then they headed back outside and worked the horses until dusk. After the horses had cooled down they were fed grain and water troughs were refilled. The dogs were fed, and then the two head back inside to grab some food for themselves. Choosing to have some simple sandwiches and chips.

After dinner they return outside, setting up chairs and a small fire to relax by. The paddocks were close enough for Rylee and Jacob to keep an eye on them and the dogs lounged close, tongues hanging out of their mouths. Jacob and Rylee chat, talking to each other in rapid Scottish Gaelic. Just discussing the typical things, how the ranch must be doing. How Jacob had received calls from the others who had announced their safe arrival and how Jacob had told the others of their safe arrival. Then of the events that Rylee would participate in the next day. The day before the big race.

The morning of the race he tacked up Gio, the mare as pretty much always was timid and spooky. He rested his hand on her neck and rode her around the grass, he watched some reporters- well actually about 15 people jogged toward them. Gio pawed and jumped around as they got closer so Matteo stepped in "Hey no cameras please she's not used to it." The people backed away for a bit until new reporters came near and this time Matteo spoke a bit harsher "Please stay away from the mare, she will kick you" Gio as he was speaking was shuffling side to side in a panicked manor.
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Soon he was alone again, walking on the dirt of the track he would be racing on in a few hours. He didn't know how to feel as he almost wanted to go home and go back on the circuit like he should be with his string. His olive hands rubbed his eyes because honestly this was stressful for him and he didn't like that he would race against someone who he knew he met but wasn't sure if she connected the dots or not. We let the mare ease into a trot to get a feel of the dirt, he was in his head much more then he should have been and he knew it. After some time he sat up and picked up a canter, letting her have more of her head then normal. He slowed and walked away from the track, easing the reins and letting her graze while he was contemplating his life choices.

The next morning Rylee tacked up early and as soon as the sun was up she began her events. The whole day Rylee spent preforming in events. That evening she ended up with four first place and one second place. Father and daughter had some fun time together, after caring for the horses and dogs the two headed inside, made dinner for themselves, and then spent the rest of the night playing games. The dogs lounging at their feet. Jacob calls the family doing a sort of group call and then finally it was time for bed
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Rylee spent the morning of the race getting Gallent ready. The stallion was washed, groomed, brushed, his mane and tail was brushed, his hooves were picked. The stallion was pampered! By mid-morning Rylee was ready, she was all dressed in jockey uniform with the number 15 on the back and the logo of Legacy Ranch. Gallent was tacked with racing gear with the same designs as Rylee's jockey uniform and the stallion was prancing. Jacob chuckles as he holds the reins,"You better get out there and warm him up! He's about to take out with or without you!" Rylee straightens up as she finishes checking her boots,"Of course."

As Jacob holds Gallent, Rylee swings on board. Suddenly the quiet air was filled with talking and Jacob murmurs,"Here comes the press, just ignore them." Rylee takes the reins, but Jacob leads the way, a hand on Gallent's shoulder. The press surges towards them, but all three stay calm, thankfully. Jacob and Rylee refuse to answer any questions and Rylee keeps her head kind of ducked, while Gallent was behaving very well. Finally they manage to shake off the press as they get closer to the track, the security stepping forward.

Rylee leans down to pet Gallent while Jacob murmurs,"Let him run and warm up, but don't push him hard. We've got a few hours before the race, we just want him ready to run, not already tired." Rylee sighs,"You act like I've never run a race of Gal." Jacob chuckles,"Alright, go on." The two exchange a grin and Rylee heads for the shoots, and within seconds they were off. Gallent's head was kept low, and the stallion's speed was decent. He wasn't going overly fast, but he was going faster than most horses. Rylee was hunched over his back like jockeys typically were.

Mattheo patted Gio's neck before asking for a steady trot, his fathers eye following him the whole way & so was the press. He ignored both while picking up a canter letting the excited mare buzz off some energy. He watched as one of his competitors galloped down the lane, he leaned into her neck and encouraged her forward yet holding her back to not let her full out not wanting to waste her energy.

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He reeled her back after half a lap and halted, his grooming team took her reins and rubbed her down, loosing her girth to let her breath while they walked her out. He left the mare in the care of the grooms while he walked up to meet his father, he took a deep breath before he smiled towards his father "Father" he nodded and shook his hand politely "Son, come on lets walk back" he briskly walked towards their stables and he followed not really readying for what he wanted. He looked around as they walked keeping track of how far the press was- or how close they were so he could warn his trio.

Rylee let Gallent run for about half a lap then slowed him down to a trot for another quarter of a lap. Then for the last quarter, she slows him down to a walk. The whole time she ignored the press and as she reaches the end she could see her father being swarmed by the press. But Jacob's gaze was fixed on his daughter, and his mouth wasn't moving. He manages to shake off the press by stepping onto the track to join his daughter, where the press was not allowed to be, no matter what. "He ran good."

Jacob agrees as he approaches,"He did. His strides were good and his speed was good. He'll do good in the race." Rylee smiles slightly as she reaches down to pet the stallion,"I just hope he stays calm the whole time." Jacob chuckles,"Gallent is one of the calmest stallions I've ever met. He'll do fine." Rylee nods, her lips now pressed together in a thin line. Jacob reassures,"You'll do fine. Let's go back to the trailer, let him get some rest then walk him around for a while." Rylee nods as her father takes the reins, leading the steed out off the track. At once they were swarmed, but finally managed to shake them off as they approached the area where all the trailers were.

Rylee dismounts and takes off Gallent's tack, replacing his bridle with a halter, and she ties him to the fence, allowing him to graze and relax. He was also close enough to water, so he was pretty content. While Rylee and Jacob were checking over the tack. The dogs mingling around their feet and playfully snapping at each other. Rylee runs her hand over the bridle, gently pulling at things to make sure it was all good. Then of course checking to see if the bridle would pinch Gallent in any place.

As the trio arrived to the stables Matteo set down his helmet on his tack trunk then turned towards his father who was pacing in front of Gio's stall yelling at his cellphone. Matteo rubbed his forehead, letting out an annoyed sigh and intervened in Italian "Padre non riesci a smettere di urlare per 5 minuti?!" He snapped angerly. His father whipped towards him with a cold expression "Scusami figlio, non parli così a tuo padre" answering him harshly.

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Matteo fell silent and sat on the trunk, watching Gio munch on her hay. The press was held back at the stable entrance, the Italian walked to another one of his stalls leading out Moz. He attached two lead ropes to each side of his halter, swinging onto the stallions back. He clicked the stallion to a trot and headed out to the little arena where his friend was waiting with Vola, he dismounted the stallion and swapped out for the mare. He mounted and warmed out the dappled equine, his hands light and airy. He popped over a few crossrails to help stretch her out, he lengthen and collected to help her focus before flying over a 3ft jump. He was always happy to ride his string, all of them had come with him to the race so he didnt get rusty. He hopped off Vola and swung on Blue, the chestnut was feisty and bounced underneath him as he tried to warm up. Matteo placed a steady hand on her ambered colored coat and stroked it letting her know he was was with her, he picked up a trot and Blue raised her head high and her trot high kneeed and weird looking. After a couple rounds of that he picked up a canter on his left rein as she struggled on that side more then her right, she steadied in this gait and began to focus.

(Sorry finished)