Jim nods. “Okay, then Sunny for you.” He waits before Zenith starts to go to the tack room before he leans in. “Just so you know, now Jen will never admit it, but she’s one of the best riders I’ve seen, so don’t get your feelings hurt if she does better than you.”

Zenith comes out of the tack room after about fifteen minutes in white riding britches and black boots with a dark blue plaid shirt and her hair braided. She smiles at Barry. “Ready?”