Chapter 5: Enter the Arena at a Trot
Brad looked at the clock on the bedside table: 4:12. He sighed. It was Tuesday, the day he was going to show Desi. He rolled onto his back and stared at the ceiling. Brad hadn’t been too worried about the class until yesterday when he was in the practice pen. Now the memory of what happened was enough to disturb his sleep.
The pen had been crowded with riders and trainers working on last minute preparations for the first show the next day. It was pretty chaotic: horses going both directions at the same time, both hunt seat and western horses being worked. In the middle of it all was some i***t trying to lunge his horse. The i***t, none other than Reggie Farthington, stood with his whip in the center as the horse circled him on the long nylon line, cr
