Cissie Lamar unsaddled her horse, removed the bridle and put everything in the tack room.
"Good job today," she crooned as she wiped him down and groomed him. "You're turning out to be really good at this."
Checking to make sure he had everything he needed, she backed out of the stall and closed the gate. Training a cutting horse was hard work but something she enjoyed tremendously. She and Spence had been doing it for close to twenty years, with what she considered great success. Not only did people bring their own horses to them for training but the ones they bred were now in great demand.
Spence often suggested expanding the operation, hiring more trainers and hands, increasing the breeding, but she liked it just as it was. They made a very good living and had all the work they could handle. She also wasn't anxious to hire on new people. Everyone who worked for them currently had been handpicked and was pretty much like family.