One a day, plus iron

Trys's friend has been her friend since grade school. She hung out at Trys's house when they were kids, riding ponies. I remember her jumping Mead (bareback) over a haybale again and again. Mead was pretty tolerant and just... did it. A. would have been about twelve at the time, skinny legs dangling and just trotting up and popping over the bale repeatedly. So A. did ride, some, at one time. She never rode alone, she never rode a horse that she improved, she never rode a horse she was responsible for keeping mannerly. She rode well-broke ponies that were maintained in their brokeness by other people, largely out of her ken.

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