12-05-2013, 12:17 AM
"Glad you could join us," Bridget said patting Bellisario's neck. She rode the puffing, snorting stallion in a small circle. Even after the run, he was still somewhat wired and antsy. "A good rub down and maybe a bath should do you wonders," she said to the stallion with a smile.
Bridget slid off the black stallion's back and led him into the stable. She unsaddled the stallion in front of the tackroom, carrying it inside and putting it away. She lead the stallion to his stall and brushed down his sweaty hide. The stallion stretched out his neck when she hit an itchy spot. With a final pat, she pulled off the bridle and left the stall, latching the door behind her.
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