Large And In Charge

Once In A Blue Moon Stables
IL, USA
Tatiana Burnett (26)
OBM Lieutenant General Brewster (20) - fav.me/d4hbbqt
1st place wins: fav.me/d5e2hiv
Classes Entering: Extreme Cowboy Race, Ranch Trail Challenge, Cutting, Reining, Reined Cowhorse, Senior Halter, Showmanship, Horsemanship, Western Pleasure, Western Equitation, Western Trail, Liberty, Rescue Race, and Breakaway Roping
Current class: Breakaway Roping: Stop
Other Classes: fav.me/d6p0jjb, fav.me/d6p9ag7, fav.me/d6pw1d8,  fav.me/d6ru2sw, fav.me/d6veqvt, fav.me/d6ves8z,
fav.me/d6vesth, fav.me/d6vet3o, fav.me/d6vete7, fav.me/d6veu28, fav.me/d6veuhr, fav.me/d6veuvv, fav.me/d6veupo, fav.me/d6vev3t 

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General is a all around Chevalier with tremendous working ability. He's been named Western Trail Division Champion by the 2012 Work Horse Trials and came in second place in Western Pleasure in the very same show.

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It was the last day. The final event before this whole thing shut down ad Tat could go home and sleep for a week.

The woman sat in the saddle, shivering as she waited for her turn. She had been dumb and had forgotten her coat. He butler was off doing some paperwork or something so she couldn't bother him for warmth, which was a bit of a bummer. William's coat was ridiculously warm, despite the fact that he was inhuman and didn't necessarily need a coat to stay warm.

She rubbed her arms, bounding slightly in the saddle as she waited for her turn. She was ready to just rope this calf and be done with it. General was even wrinkling his skin in response to the chill. True, it was about 60 degrees, but it was still cold.

Tat shuddered, about to start grouching, but quickly shut up once the person in front of her returned and allowed her to step up into the gate. Finally!

The woman gathered her rope between cold fingers and held General's reins, the stallion tensing slightly as he waited for the chute to fly open and release the calf he was to chase down. His master had to hold him back a bit for he was cocked and ready to go but once the calf was finally released he was off and his mistress was prepared. They roped the grey baby and hit the brakes, his mistress not touching the rope as it slipped off the horn of the saddle and hit the ground, trailing after the baby as it bucked and went for the exit.