KRISS galloped toward the last barrel of the barrel racing course she set up. It wasn't exactly like it, it had six barrels instead of three. It was just for practice. She moved Zoey around the barrel, her eyes only concentrating on the finish line. Zoey glided across the sandy flooring, only the sound of her hooves rang through the air. Kriss smiled as they crossed the finish line. Zoey came to a stop as kriss pulled back on the reins. " Good job, girl." she said out loud to her beautiful black mare.