'atta boy! Dylan stated with a laugh, lifting the large saddle onto his horses back. The coat of the hackmore pony twitched as a few 'stall-flies' darted to and fro his pelt. Stamping a hoof, the male lead the horse out of his stall. Giving a smile, he lifted his left foot into the saddle, slinging his right over and adjusting himself.

And their off! The imangitive twenty five year old stated, kicking the ranch stud into a flat canter, pacing him across the field. Moving through the open pasture gate, he moved his horse forwards, unexpectivly jumping a small crevise. Smiling, The man pulled back, slowing his horse as he approched a trail. His own rules stated you must have a partner, but there seemingly was no one around. Calling down the trail, he still failed to get any reply. Sighing, he rubbed the back of his neck, looking around for another trail go-er.