Chapter 2-5

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“s**t,” Rio muttered under his breath as he rode up to the warm-up pen. It was crowded with riders, both English and Western, going in both directions on the rail. In the center were folks with horses on long lunge lines, driving them in circles to warm them up. Trainers were standing at the rail shouting instructions to their clients as they rode by. In short—complete chaos. “Well, Zeus,” Rio said to the stallion, “looks like we’ll just have to wing it. We ain’t never practiced this pattern before and it’s a doozy. There ain’t enough room to go over it in the pen.” Rio looked over the paper he held in his hand. On it was the pattern for the pro reining class he’d signed up for. At least he could warm up his spins and sliding stops in the mass of horses in the arena. Rio folded the pape

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