Chapter Seven
Reducing the Double D
Unknown to Dori, her new pal Winnie was riding too. In the smaller of the two indoor riding rings on the property, Winnie sat in a standard English saddle, her polished black boots in shiny chrome stirrups and a pair of leather reins resting lightly in her hands. Her small mount shuddered every few moments and waited impatiently for a movement or command that would direct it to yet another exercise in the dusty ring. Winnie tensed her upper legs just a bit, compressing the flanks of her mount between her knees and the pony moved slowly forward towards a low rail, preparing to jump. Winnie, her black safety cap pulled tightly down almost to the point where the brim met her perfect nose, squinted in the harsh artificial overhead lighting, trying to judge
