"Sure!" Michel replied, smiling. He set a larger saddle in Ivory's back, and tightened the girth. The filly, who was only green-broke, shifted her weight uneasily from foot to foot. "It's alright girl, Sheri is going to ride you today. You'll be fine." He slipped a bridal over her velvety white ears, and buckled it.
Danny smiled and grabbed the reins slipping the bit into Hope's mouth.
