When the announcer asked for the lope, it was all Rio could do to keep his mouth shut. Again the horses moved as if in slow motion, looking like they were all crippled. There was none of the speed or drama of reining or rodeo. Yet, the crowd whooped and cheered for their favorites as the thirty or so horses, head to tail, slowly circled the pen.
Merry clutched Rio’s arm. “Both Caitlin and Mark are really doing well. The judge wrote down their numbers already. Looks like they’re going to place.”
None of that made any sense to Rio. To him this class was as boring as watching grass grow. However, he patted Merry’s arm and said, “That’s great.”