Rio looked over the paper he held in his hand. On it was the pattern for the pro reining class he’d signed up for. At least he could warm up his spins and sliding stops in the mass of horses in the arena.
Rio folded the paper and stuffed it into his breast pocket. He made his way through the gate and loped the stallion along on the rail to get the horse warmed up. There were several other reiners in the pen. They, too, were only practicing certain elements of the pattern due to the lack of space.
Rio passed Merry, who was standing on the rail. She waved and he nodded back as he rode by. Just as he was wondering who she was coaching, Mark went by in full English attire, posting to the horse’s trot. Rio noted the man’s full ass, displayed perfectly by the tight fitting breeches. Not bad fo
