Trail to Love
The wind brushed his cheeks, caressed his arms as Kit Conley directed his gelding along the arena fence. Endeavor’s canter was smooth, ground covering, and Kit’s favorite gait. As they rounded the next corner, Kit asked for a down transition and seamlessly, Endeavor broke into a trot, Kit rising and falling in the saddle in time to the horse’s natural rhythm. After a few steps, he signaled for Endeavor to walk, noting the huge smile on his trainer’s face. He drew to a halt within a few feet of her, patting Endeavor on the neck.
“That was nearly perfect,” Arlene Poole complimented, a faint smile on her lips. He knew the look, having encountered it more often than he cared to admit, and he welcomed it every single time. It meant he had improved, earning himself a figurative g
