Chapter 4

At four o’clock the next morning the equine companions trotted in obligingly for an early feed. By six o’clock Ellis and her mom were polishing my horse again, and a glistening Kinley was loaded into the trailer for a short trip to the rating at our local hunt club.

The first part of the Pony Club test was a tack inspection followed by leg bandaging, while Ellis longed for the riding to begin. Thirty minutes later she and Heather—the other girl being examined—were warming up their mounts in the sand arena. At 16.2 hh, Kinley looked huge compared to Heather’s diminutive pony, Domingo.

All of us—parents and assorted well-wishers—relaxed on canvas chairs to watch this fun phase.

Then, for some reason, Kinley wouldn’t give Ellis her canter lead to the right. As they trotted round for another try I thought, Is he moving short behind?