Devon Hills | Devon's Haux

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  • The stampeding sound of hooves thumping on grass was unmistakable, adrenaline was flowing strongly in her veins. Talita held her reins tight on Devon's Haux for the next obstacle. His heavy snorts were barely audible against the rushing wind, but she could feel his excitement. The stallion knew what to do, and barely did the bay horse obey the cues to maintain the strides.

    He wanted to jump. Haux was begging to be allowed to leap over the jump with each twang of powerful haunches. There was a little bit of nervous energy about Talita, solely because this obstacle was right next to the spectator line... Right where the television crews watched their every move with hawk like prowess.

    'Oh god...' Her inner voice gulped, glancing at the crowd as they made the turn to the jump, only a few strides left.

    This was the last jump.

    'Keep it together... Just a little farther...' The woman prayed silently, focusing on Haux, pressing him forward.

    With glee, as if the novice stallion had jumped this course a hundred times, Haux lifted off the soft terrain flawlessly. This is what he had been waiting for, and Talita took quiet relief that her mount enjoyed what he did with such gusto.

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