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    "Good Westy," she said as she rinsed the soap off with a hose. "Look at you, all clean now." she sang, kissing her nose gently. "Oh look," she said as she watched Stefano and Beauty. "Poor horse." she said as she began to walk back to the stalls.

    Hannah couldn't take it any longer. "Come on, let's go." she said, hopping on Westy. "Hey!" she said, galloping up to Stafano and Beauty. "I need to talk to you."

    Stefano ignored her and took out his whip again. Beauty was wearing out incredibly. She hadn't been fed in days and it showed. She could barely get enough to drink at times. It was always practice and training, and harsh treatments.

    "No!" she growled, blocking the way once more. "Let me talk to you, alright? Just give me five minutes." she said.


    "Don't worry, we're trying to help you." said Westy soothingly.

    "B-But if he said I let him down, he'd kill me!" Beauty gave a panicked whinny.


    Stefano frowned, but just snorted and dismounted Beauty. "Better be good! You're wasting my time!"

    She nodded and dismounted Westy. "I get you want to win," she said calmly. "But your abusing your horse. Too much practice, will only make things worse... And whipping and starving your horse won't help..." she said hesitantly. "I will pay you, if you don't abuse your horse like you've been doing." she said. "Your overworking her."

    Stefano didn't take this very lightly and he was about to bust over with rage until she mentioned money. "You'd pay me? How much?" He pressed.

    "Um," she thought for a moment. "How does $2,000 sound? I'll pay you after every practice. But, I'll watch you closly to make sure. And, if you break this deal, I'll report you." she warned.

    "Jerk," she said under her breath, walking Westy back to the stalls. "In ya go." she said, shutting the door behind him. "Good boy," she said, rubbing his neck.