Post by ' ieroism } xx on Nov 30, 2006 12:23:30 GMT -5
Holly casually strolled in in muddy jodpurs. This wasnt her style, she reminded herself, but she would do it for Layla. Her eyes inspected each saddle, and she thoroughly checked all of them before selecting the shiny brown one she bought last week. She grabbed it off the shelf and headed for her beloved...