Chapter Twelve
Jackson
After my lunch break, I head back to the barn for a few riding lessons John scheduled. I’m happy the weather is nice because this morning the clouds looked gray and angry. Summer storms can happen at the drop of a hat in July and can be so unpredictable. Considering my students today have zero riding experience, we’re going to start from the very beginning.
I look over the waiver and study their information. Three students, ranging from twelve to sixty-five years old. All beginners. No health issues. It should be an interesting day, I sarcastically think, but then again, I love introducing people to the saddle for the first time.
I grab a few helmets from the tack room, along with saddles, then round up the horses who are gentle enough for infants to ride. After
