Once again the warm-up pen was chaotic: a mix of western and hunter riders going in both directions, reiners practicing sliding stops in the middle of the arena, coaches on the rail shouting instructions to their charges as they rode by. Brad was thankful Desi had so much show ring experience. He just sat up tall and let the stallion do his thing.
It wasn’t the case with Reggie. Every time he passed by, Brad could see tension radiating from the Englishman. This was affecting his horse. The gelding was tossing his head and snorting. Not the way you wanted your horse to go in a hunter under saddle pleasure class where the horse would be judged for its calm obedience as well as its gaits. Hank called Reggie to the side of the ring. Brad reined up to listen.
“Reg,” Hank said in his usual,
