The stable hands were as kind to me as they had been to Chloe, and I was shown several horses, from which I opted for what seemed the gentlest, a brown gelding named Jack. I copied the leg-up maneuver to get in the saddle, which was more comfortable than I had thought it would be. A groom led my horse to the paddock.
It really was a beautiful day, and there was a gentle breeze as Grace, Chloe, and I walked the horses around the training circle. Grace did show a talent for the saddle, at least as far as I could tell, which meant that Chloe was trying to copy her. I thought we were all doing very well for a first lesson.
“Head up a little, Chloe,” Ella called out from by the gate where she was sitting on her horse. The stallion pawed the ground and shook its shiny mane. “You have to show t
