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Harper earned her spurs at twelve. Harper’s mother, Courtney and her grandmother Daphne were so proud. Harper wore them whenever she could and felt naked without them. Olivia, Emilia’s daughter, was so jealous but her time would come. Mackenzie now had her Hurricane, a young intact male and not a broken-down gelding. Harper asked and Mackenzie let her ride him. “Trained, not tamed, “ Mackenzie warned her friend. Harper stood no taller than his chest. He carried three times her weight. He looked down at her with blatant defiance. The tension was palpable. She looked up at him and swallowed any uncertainty. Confident of her mastery, she bound him to her will with her crop and spurs. She savored the struggle of wills and her ultimate victory. With permission, Harper had ridden each of the two-legged ponies in the stable and proved her mastery. Olivia was even more jealous when Harper finally got Derecho. He was a strongly built pony, well-trained and well-conditioned. His pretty

The stable thrived. The number of visitors increased. Mothers shared the hobby with their daughters. Mastering a large, powerful male would protect a girl from falling in love with the first boy to find her clitoris. Patricia provided a bunkhouse and cabins. All the stalls were occupied. An intact male required his own stall but two gelding might be housed together. With all the novice riders, the geldings were kept busy. It seemed that Kristen and Meredith were always training a new pony. Increasingly, Mackenzie helped them. Harper was ten. Her skills had increased and she had learned an important lesson. A two-legged pony was trained., not tamed, even her Rocket Man. He was her animal, not her friend. Like all young girls, she relished her mastery of the powerful beast under her saddle. At first, she had a young girl’s reluctance to use her crop. She feared its use more than her mount feared its bite. Gradually, she learned that the crop was a valuable tool to communicate her will

When Harper was six, she rode Rocket Man around the paddock herself. She was too young to be trusted with a crop or spurs. Daphne de Witter watched her granddaughter with pride. Harper was so tiny compared with the huge two-legged pony. Daphne de Witter, Courtney's mother, took Rocket Man on the trails herself. She was an accomplished equestrienne and took Rocket Man to his limits. He answered promptly to her crop and spurs. When she returned, she mounted him on the grooming stand and helped Meredith attend to his grooming. She rested her hand on his sweaty muscular buttock and pronounced him an excellent mount. She patted him fondly. “I never liked your Brad,” she told her daughter later, “but I do like your Rocket Man. A bit and bridle do wonders for a man.” However, she sensed that Rocket Man may have lost a half-step compared to Emilia’s younger Jim Dandy but kept it to herself. Emilia had worked hard and long with her Jim Dandy. He had filled out well. She had finally had him

Rocket Man stared over the half-door of his stall. Something like ten years had passed since his arrival at the stable. The routine in the stable never changed. The stable housed six two-legged ponies. They ate twice a day. In the morning, Patricia or Kristin puts out his bowl and rouses Storm. She removes his bit. Harnessed and hobbled, he kneels and eats his slop with real gusto. She knows exactly what goes into their slop; she prepares it herself daily and would never eat it herself. Her ponies had learned that she allowed them no more than 10 minutes to eat. Somehow they were always hungry. If they dawdled, she just took their uneaten bowls away. Rocket Man was next. While Rocket Man ate, she clipped Storm’s beard mornings and brushed his teeth evenings She replaced Storm’s bit and refilled Storm’s bowl for Thunder. She set Thunder up. While he ate, attended to Rocket Man. She refilled Rocket Man’s bowl for Cyclone and so on. Feeding six ponies required just over an hour