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It had been a while since he'd decided to go out and see Blessing. Well, he did see her everyday when he went through and checked with the horses. Actually working with her was something different. The large mare was not yet broken to be ridden. While she allowed Hadley to sit on her back, she tended to fuss until he was well and truly mounted, and didn't take directions. He was going to change that though. Hadley wanted to be able to take Amatha riding when she was older, and he couldn't do that if he couldn't even figure out how to ride his own horse. Entering the barn he walked through the isles until he found her tack. Lifting it up he smiled at Blessing the horse snorting in reply. She knew where this was going, and was in complete disagreement.
For a short time the pair wrestled, Hadley fitting the saddle onto her body, followed by a hackamore bridle. He couldn't find a way to force a bit into her mouth, so this was the next best way to get her to wear something he could steer her with. Taking the reins he tugged gently, Blessing following him obediently out of the stall and to the surrounding woods. The scarred hybrid drew in a deep breath, and gripped onto the saddle. With a sharp heave he hauled himself up, Blessing beginning to toss her head and dance around. He was half on and half off, holding on as she moved, trying to adjust his frame. She really had to learn how to be ridden. And he needed to learn how to ride!