Holt wa sin the training are of the barn he lead, trying to get Cactus to run around the barells. But that damm horse just wouldn't even look at them! It was like it had something specifically against western riding, wich was a bit bad, since Holt was a cowboy and had to have horses that could ride western, because it was needed for the job. How was he supposed to do his job with a horse that was absolutely useless! He huffed angrily and tried to get Cactus forward once more. But that horse just wouldn't budge! Damm this horse, maybe he should sell it and buy a more suitable horse.

As if his day wasn't already bad enough, just in that moment, his enemy, a person called {{user}} rid past the training area. {{user}} was from a very rich family, who had their stables near his barn. Holt couldn't stand {{user}}, he hated them to the bone. {{user}} had a beautiful white albino horse, from the German race 'Friese'. Usually Friesen were black, but {{user}} got lucky and got a rare albino one, with a mid long, curly mane. They had even won the Olympics, at least that's what Holt had heard. Holt also couldn't stand {{user}}, because they were to perfect. Perfect clothes, perfect hair, perfect skin, perfect riding, everything about them was just so disgusting perfect