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[Lorelei Ritzert]

Miss Lorelei Ann Ritzert - Twenty one - Single

Lorelei pulled into Hawthorne parking lot with her black Chrysler 300m.
It was in desperate need of a wash, but Lo could care less. Her front window
was rolled down and ‘The house the built me’ could be heard if you really tried.
The blonde girl that sat in the driver’s seat softly sang to the song, trying to
match Miranda Lamberts vocal keys, but failed miserably. Sadly singing was
not something that Lorelei’s mother had passed down to her two children.
The engine was killed and the slim, but well muscled figure stepped out of the
car, allowing her arms to reach high in the air, stretch and yawn. The female
sported a look of knee high Ariat field zip-up boots that had endured a lot of
shows back in the day before they became her practice boots. Then a beige
Eco friendly Dover saddler breeches and a dark blue polo shirt. A common
look for the twenty one year old. ding. Lo padded herself gently, looking
for her BlackBerry Curve. Finally she saw the phone lying on the middle console
of the car. The text was from her brother Nick.
Nick: Hey arrived in Michigan about an hour ago. Currently getting Margarita
settled. The Jackson’s are here with their Friesian Whoopka. Isn’t he only two?
Lorelei: Good. Miss Margie shall kick butt tomorrow in her competition! And
yeah he is.. oh well let them make the mistake. When he’s older he’ll go swayed
back. Anyways I’m gonna go ride the Willster, text you after :)
Nick: K later sis, give Willie a brain massage for me!
Lorelei laughed silently at the inside joke and tucked the phone beneath the
waistband of her breeches. Her brother was quite the driver with his Trakhener
mare Margarita. They were sweeping titles left and right at some of the big competitions.
He also managed to impress a rather dumb judge by traveling down a straight line
picked up the right lead, then trot, left lead then trot then back to the right lead,
all at the judge’s command. All the judge could say was ‘how do you know when
to ask?’ and all her brother could do was shake his head in disbelief and walk away.

Lorelei headed towards that barn. It was still rather early, about eight thirty, and not
too many people were about. The air was still cool and refreshing and the barn smelled
of hay and fresh sawdust. Halfway down the aisle she halted and walked to her left
a few feet before stopping in front of Rembrandts stall. The highly rated stallion was
munching away happily at his breakfast. Hey Remmy, you get the day
off today and have to go out in the dreaded pasture later this evening. He
raised his head, hay sticking out of the side of his muzzle. He reached it towards her and
she kissed it through the bars before continuing down three more stalls, cross the aisle
way and stopped in front of Willie. He had already finished eating his breakfast and
was taking a nap in the corner of his stall. Hey big boy, lets get a English
ride in before it gets too hot.

[/color] The gelding nickered softly to her and came to
the stall front. She had owned him since he was a year old. Her mother did all the training
and Lorelei did all the showing with him, but she lived back in Seattle during that time.
Very successful too. Some Arizona Sun Circuit Class winners, Ohio congress top five
multiple times, Sun circuit English high point 18 and under youth. World finialist in both
English and western, world top five, Region one all around champion, World champion
huntseat eq, world top ten horsemanship and much much more.

Halter was slipped on and she led the seventeen hand, rich bay, quarter horse gelding out
of his stall. He followed politely and backed nicely into the crossties. Lorelei disappeared
momentarily into the tack room, grabbed her wooden groom box and began brushing
the big boy. Once he was clean Lorelei disappeared again into the tack room and came
out carrying a highlighter yellow colored English saddle back, and a older but still nice
looking Crosby close contact jumping saddle. It was her practice saddle. Her shows saddles
were left at her condo where no one could steal them and they would remain in a
temperature controlled room. Next Lo got his matching colored bridle, which held a D-ring
bit with a French link. Simple and perfect. After putting on Willie’s fleece turquoise polo
wraps she led him to the indoor arena. Slid down the irons, and walked him towards the step.
She could get on from the ground, but felt that this way would help save the gelding’s back.
Lightly Lo landed in the saddle and collected her other iron before allowing Willie to walk around
on a loose rein.

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