Ophelia stood out in the sun, sweaty and panting. She stood with her hands on her hips, fingers in the pockets of the severly worn out overalls before she moved to pick up the large sunhat off the ground and put it back on her head and dust off the seat of her pants. "You need to actually try and hold her,"John called from the paddock gate which he opened for her as she strode out of it and headed towards the open barn doors. "I can do it, I just didn't expect her to bolt like that," The ...
