Lacey raises her brows and whistles. “Wow, I have [i]never[/i] had a newby learn so fast.” She smiles. “Ready for the fun part?” She leads him through the stalls into the ring. 

Zenith is galloping around the ring and around barrel patterns, the mild-mannered palomino mare kicking up dust. 

Lacey beams in pride. “That’s our girl. The one and only Jennifer Murray.” She whistles and cheers for Zenith.