Dove
I stared at the horse named Whiskey, with far too much intimidation as it stared back at me. Well at least I hoped it did because his eyes were on either side of his head. He was far bigger up close than when Mr Billie was riding him.
I was scared but trying to keep my nerves at bay mostly because he looked like he could smell it off me.
"Okay you ready?" The photographer loudly called out when they were done setting up the entrance bar scene.
I gulped, "yeah I'm ready."
Within seconds Bucky was by my side, his hand already resting on my lower back as his other hand brushed the top of the black expensive looking saddle. "I only trusted my own saddle so I brought it for you," he smiled as he looked at me. "You'll be perfectly fine. You just need to hold onto the reins and look like you actually know what you're doing."
