(Yikes, this was pretty long, xd.)

The dreadful alley was the worst part of rodeos in her experience, the usually tight space making both her and Adonis briefly nervous beyond belief. It was rather easy for mistakes to be made there, specifically slips and any kind of spooking; it did not help that barrel racers had to leave it at a full gallop, maybe an incredibly extended canter. Myra held the reigns rather tightly as she heard her name being called, guiding Adonis until they were in position. The stallion stood still for the most part, until the cheers of anticipation rung out. He started shifting to and fro, bobbing his head and flattening his ears. She knew he wouldn`t rear or do anything too drastic, but sometimes accidents happened.

``We got this,`` she whispered to him as she gave his neck a firm pat before they were officially off. Adonis catapulted forward with the strength uniquely his own, hooves thundering as they approached the barrel located on the left side; he was better at turning that way on a dime. Flawlessly, they swerved around the first barrel before heading for the second one. Once again, they executed the turn perfectly; Adonis` nostrils were flaring and his flanks heaving at this point. The last barrel was always the hardest for him, but they managed to turn smoothly around it before heading home.

Myra eased him into a halt, grateful that the man responsible for the gate had kept it open per her request; she never wanted to force Adonis into a stop right after a run. She whispered praises to the stallion as he calmed down, more focused on him than the results. After all, she was not surprised to hear that they had gotten a record. It happened so often at smaller rodeos that she was no longer surprised by it.