Silver+-+EmilyY

This is the story of Silver. I didn't edit it yet. There may be errors. I will fix them.

Silver is a fifteen year old girl who just wants to train her horse for Rolex Horse Eventing Trails and help her Grandmother. Then her grandmother invites an old friend of her, her friends grand sonm, and his horse. The grandmother's friend's grandson is Sterling and his horse is My Rothless Pirate Silver and Gold. Sterling is Sliver's arch rivel. She hates Sterling and Sterling hates her but the press love pushing them togher. SIlver is just having her torn apart.

Emily Yale Class 5 2-13-2009

Common Ground Chapter

Beach

Silver Cove and My Court Jester Midnight Majesty

I jumped onto Majesty's broad back. And she rose into a majestic half rear. Majesty was a Thoroughbred Draft cross at a massive 23.2 hands tall. She had a broad back and a black mane that flowed off of her long neck. It was all the way down past her elbow. She was a dark bay and a gorgeous mover, out shining any one on the eventing field, except for Sterling and My Ruthless Pirate Sliver and Gold. I sometimes wondered if the names meant them were supposed to always be in second place holding the sliver cup. But, if that was true, they decided to go and mess it up. The last three eventing competitions they had gone up against each other had ended up dead tied. The judges had gone over every jump trying to find any flaws in the flawless rounds. The horses had moved with every footfall on the same second, foot in the same place, perfect unison. The judges were dumbfounded. They finely decided to have two winners. I had noticed more and more Olympic and Rolex scouts at every event. They had scientist coming and trying to figure out how the horses could do this. I chuckled at the thought of there faces. The newest covers of Young Rider, Practical Horseman, Horse and Rider, Equus, Horse Illustrated, and every other horse magazine of the planet had the title of "Arch Rivals in Magic". Then, they would go on with a huge ten page run down on both of the runs, jump by jump, footfall by footfall. It was very interesting because we were both only fifteen and on the verge of being on the Olympic and Rolex short list. Well, the verge of being on the Olympic short list any ways. The Rolex invitation came today. I buried hands in Majesty's mane and squeezed my calves on her sides. Majesty moved into a graceful high stepping walk. She walked the short fifty feet to the ocean. Majesty's hooves hit the wet sand and began to make a squish sound. The ocean spray lapped up on her hooves and onto her cornet band and then ankles. Majesty squealed and lunged into the water up to her elbows and began to swim. She reared up on her hind legs making the bit jangle on her teeth. I gave her a tap in the sides and she came back down then, plunged into the deeper water. I saw the blast of light from a camera and almost groaned. The reporters were chasing me every where. We were about a hundred feet out right now. A frantic movement caught the corner of my eye. I swung Majesty back towards the beach. There cause of the commotion was a small child that had drifted out in a rapidly deflating floaty. The child was a good two hundred feet away. On any other horse it would have been too late. On Majesty, we would have time to spare. Three thumps on Majesty's side she was plowing through the water. Majesty had a look in her eye that said get in my way and someone's gonna die. I pulled Majesty up ten feet from the child and hopped off. The water was only fifteen feet deep here so shallow that Majesty could stand on her back hooves with her head well out of the water. I swam towards the child and reached her in the better part of two strokes. The child was about seven years old with blonde hair. The floaty was so deflated that her head was barley above the water. "Help me. Mean water.” she said. "Don't talk.” I said. I grabbed her and swam back to Majesty. I hopped back on and put the girl in front of me. "Grab some mane and hold on.” I told her. I squeezed my legs on Majesty's sides and reined her around towards the beach. Majesty moved out powerfully. She pulled herself up onto the beach while the crowd split around her. "Nice horsy.” said the little girl. "Holly!” said a lady running up. Majesty tossed up her head and started mini crow hopping. I gave her a heel in the side. "Hey. Knock it off.", I said to Majesty. "Ma'am please stop running. You're spooking my horse.” I said this with half deadly calm to the lady. I kept a polo bit and snaffle bit in a double bridle on my tongue. People bugging my horses got on my bad side fast. "Sorry. I was just so worried. I thought I was going to have to watch her drown.” said the lady. "I'm Sandy by the way." "Silver.", I replied. "Here just let me hop down then, I'll get your daughter off." I swung off Majesty and reached up to take Holly off of her. "Nice horsy. Ride horsy.” said Holly. Completely unaware of the fact that she was almost killed less than a mere five minutes ago. "I'm sorry sweetie but, you can't ride the horsy right now.” said Sandy. "Want me to walk her around a bit and then we try to get her off.", I asked Sandy. "Sure. I might get a chance to get her to the doctor then." "She not like it?" "Hates it. I can barley get her in there. I also can barley afford it." "Lay off?" "Yes. This is my fourth month." "You ever worked with horses before." "I sold my horse three months ago to pay my bills. She got me through it so for but the money she brought in is running out and I miss horses so much and so does Holly. I was going to get a pony for her, but then I lost my job exercising race horses." "You rode racers?” I asked. The Cove race track had closed and my grandmother had snatched it up for next to nothing. When I could a couple more prizes under my belt it was going to open again. "Yeah. I miss horses.” replied Sandy. "We need another hand down at the barn were I teach. The would love to get there hands on you. A racer rider would be great down there." "Really?" "Really." "Where?" "Twenty-three Cove Road." "When can I go see if they'll take me on?" "Right now. Leave your stuff here and we'll get it later." I swung up onto Majesty's back and offered my hand down to Sandy. "Hop on.” I said. Sandy grabbed my hand and I pulled her up onto Majesty's back. Sandy grabbed my waist to keep her balance. I put an arm around Holly and sent Majesty walking towards the trail that lead back to Cove barn. The thick vegetation coiled around us closing off most of the sun light. Majesty picked her way carefully though the under growth.

About ten minutes later we were coming out of the trail and into the yard. Ginger snapped up her head at the sound of Majesty and neighed. Majesty neighed back. Clara Harper came out of the barn and blinked in the sudden change of light. "Hey, Cove!” shouted Harper. "Hey, Harper!” I shouted back. "Who are your friends?" "This is Holly and Sandy." "Hi.", said Sandy. "Horsy.", giggled Holly. "Okay. Guys,” I said, "Hop on down." Sandy swung off Majesty with practiced ease. I hopped off and then, reached up for Holly. Holly untangled herself from Majesty's mane and allowed herself to be taken off. I handed her back to Sandy. "You should put here up on Sugarfoot. She's getting bored with no work.” said Harper. "Aw, god. She go through the fence again?” I sighed. "No, when she started thinking about it, I put her on the lunge line. She calmed down. She's on the walker right now.” replied Harper. "Grab her a small west, short shank in English, and a daisy. I'll give her a lesson while you show Sandy around and take her up to Peggy.” I suggested. I pulled the one ear headstall off of Majesty's head and let the long shank western bit fall out of her mouth. Majesty trotted over to the six foot fence, jumped it, and then, walked over to Ginger. "Leave it to you to find the most insane horse at the barn.” said Harper shaking her head. "Okay, Sandy. Follow me. Oh, yeah. I almost forgot to tell you. Your grandmother called. She said that she has a friend visiting and she brought her grandson and his horse. She didn't say who but she said you knew him. Very well, apparently". Harper eyed me interestedly. I frowned deeply. Who would that be? I wondered. No one had moved out of the Cove with a grandmother and a grandson that I knew let alone with a horse. "Don't give me that look. Who could that be? I wonder... Na... Aw, well. I'll find out eventually.” I said. "Come on, Holly. Let's go have some fun." Holly and I walked over to the walker and grabbed the lead shank off the hook. I flicked the walker off and grabbed Sugarfoot. Sugarfoot thrust her nose down at Holly. Holly giggled and petted her nose. I laughed and led them into the barn. I snapped Sugarfoot into the cross ties and grabbed a curry comb. She was pretty clean but I wanted to get her really clean. I tossed the curry comb back into the box and grabbed a hard brush. After removing all of the loose dirt and coat, I grabbed a pair of polo wraps and wrapped them around her cannon bones. I tossed the small Western onto her back and tightened the cinch. I grabbed the Western short shank in an English bridle and put Majesty's bridle on her hook. Not surprisingly, it was twice the size of any of the other bridles. I tossed the bit into Sugarfoot's mouth and fitted the bridle correctly to her. I took a small helmet off the rack and handed it to Halley. I looked at her flip flop clad feet and then at the saddle. It was a better of the non-beach saddles. It had a full suede seat that gave a lot of grip and no leather burn. The stirrups were your typical western two inchers. I glanced at spinner of stirrups and saw a spare slider pair. I grabbed it off the hook and switched the stirrups. "Okay, come on, Holly.” I said. "Let's go have some fun." On my way past I grabbed the lunge line and lunge whip. With a second glance back I grabbed a daisy rein and a lunging canvasson from the tack room. We walked out to the round pen. The footing was soft and moist perfect for riding. I gave Holly a leg up and fixed the slider stirrups to her flip flops. Slider stirrups were one of my own inventions. The stirrup was special because the bottom of the stirrup didn't move but the part of the stirrup above that did move. The "slider" as it was called slid up a track on the outside of the stirrup. The inside of the stirrup was magnetic and connected magnetically. The whole purpose of the slider was so it went right over the flip flop and held it so it couldn't fall off your foot. I clipped the lunge line onto lunging canvasson and sent Sugarfoot out to the rail. "Ok. Let's see what you can do. Grab the horn with your outside hand reach your inside hand down and touch your foot.” I said. And the lesson began.

An hour later we walked back into the barn. We were hot and sweaty and ready to hose Sugarfoot and ourselves down. I took the bridle off and put her halter back on. I pulled the saddle off and put it back into the tack room on its rack. I threw the polos into their box. I took Sugarfoot and Holly out to hose and turned it on. After hosing down Sugarfoot and misting both me and Holly, off we went to put Sugarfoot away. Then, we started searching for Sandy. She was talking to Peggy in the office. "Hey guys! How'd the lesson go?” asked Sandy. "I like horsy. Sugarfoot fun horsy." said Holly. "It was great. Holly’s a natural... Oh! Crude! Sunset! I gotta go.” I said. "Bye. Aw, man! Gram's gonna kill me." I ran down the stairs and to the tack room to grab my bridle. I ran back out into the yard. "Majesty! Come!” I shouted. Oh, god Gram’s gonna kill me. Majesty jumped the fence and did a sliding stop in front of me. I tossed the bit into her mouth and hopped on. I spun her around and cantered toward the beach trail. Two minutes later we exploded out of the trail and onto the beach at a full gallop. "Whoa!!” I shouted and pulled back on the reins. Majesty slid into a stop to put any Western horse to shame. Then, again, she was half Western. Some people think more with her last barrel times. There was a figure standing over my picnic basket and towel. Around six foot six with a soccer style buzz cut. Only two inches taller than me, and with a bridled bareback horse that was a spitting image of Majesty. Oh god no. Oh, boy, did I know who this person was. And boy was I mad that he was here. I felt a nerve along my jaw start pulsing. I swung off of Majesty and walked towards the figure. "Why are-" I tripped over a piece of drift wood and fell into the person's waiting lips.