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The last riding group of the day left, and I set out to clean their mess, relieved the rush was over. Sunday afternoons were the ranch’s busiest day of the week, and I didn’t blame them. The horses were beautiful and amicable, and the view around the ranch was breathtaking. Plus, they all stopped at the waterfall to take a dip.
Happy as that made me, I felt exhausted.
Jimmy brought in the saddles and whips and halters scattered around by our guests, and left them on the floor of the stable, while I stored them in the tack room. Each saddle weighed a ton, and I knew I would have back problems if I continued with this heavy work. Of course, I could always hire someone else to help, but my grandma had done all of this with only Jimmy’s help. The riding instructor, Paul, didn’t count, and
