Post by Derrick Furlong on Nov 15, 2007 20:57:59 GMT -5
A dark bay quarter horse could be seen running barrels, the horses rider was nineteen year old Derrick Furlong.
He was pretty well known around the stables since he spent hours everyday there.
His horse slowed to a walk after finishing the corse.
Derrick shook his head making his wind blown hair fall back into place scattered over his forehead.
"Good boy, Maverick" He said rubbing the equine's well groomed neck rustling his black mane as he began to cool out by walking around the arena.
The horse had a red saddle pad that sat neatly under the worn out dark brown saddle with a matching bridle.
The teenager in the saddle was wearing dark washed jeans with a red t-shirt that was almost all the way covered by a dark denim jacket around his neck was his dorm key and a dog tag on the same chain.
On his feet where a pair of brown riding boots, not the type of boots a jumper would wear, they looked more like work boots.
It was a cool Saturday morning, so there wasn't many people out riding today if any, He liked riding alone he could use the hole arena and not have to worry about whatever everyone else was doing.
The jumps that normally filled the ring where push back, lining the walls and three barrels where set up using most of the riding space, he got yelled at a lot for this since as of now he was the only western rider so more people wanted to use the jumps then the barrels.
He was pretty well known around the stables since he spent hours everyday there.
His horse slowed to a walk after finishing the corse.
Derrick shook his head making his wind blown hair fall back into place scattered over his forehead.
"Good boy, Maverick" He said rubbing the equine's well groomed neck rustling his black mane as he began to cool out by walking around the arena.
The horse had a red saddle pad that sat neatly under the worn out dark brown saddle with a matching bridle.
The teenager in the saddle was wearing dark washed jeans with a red t-shirt that was almost all the way covered by a dark denim jacket around his neck was his dorm key and a dog tag on the same chain.
On his feet where a pair of brown riding boots, not the type of boots a jumper would wear, they looked more like work boots.
It was a cool Saturday morning, so there wasn't many people out riding today if any, He liked riding alone he could use the hole arena and not have to worry about whatever everyone else was doing.
The jumps that normally filled the ring where push back, lining the walls and three barrels where set up using most of the riding space, he got yelled at a lot for this since as of now he was the only western rider so more people wanted to use the jumps then the barrels.
