all if we want to beat Riley.
She shortened her reins another notch, pushing her pony forward into a working trot. As she rounded the far end of the dressage ring, she heard the tinkle of the bell.
âTime to go,â she whispered to Wings, turning and heading for the entrance to the dressage ring.
As they entered at A , Haley looked straight forward toward the judgeâs table behind the letter C . Wings felt good beneath her, forward and focused.
Here we go, she thought as they trotted up the center line for the first time. Whatâs that thing Nina always says? Aim for the stars?
That made her think about the Pony Post. Had she remembered to check in with them that morning as sheâd promised?
As she tried to think back, she realized Wings was almost at the other end of the ring already. She quickly closed her leg and pulled on the right rein for the turn, then realized they were supposed to turn left at C , not right.
Oops! she thought, quickly correcting. Wings tossed his head, a little surprised, but obediently veered to the left.
Whew, that had been close. Haley felt her cheeks turn pink as she realized sheâd almost made the same mistake as that nervous older woman earlier. That wasnât the way to win.
She didnât make any more big mistakes after that, but her concentration had been blown by the near disaster, and even as she swept into her salute at the end, she knew it hadnât been their best ride. She kept a smile on her face until they turned away from the judge, then blew out her breath in a whoosh, slumping in the saddle as she exited.
âNice ride,â Riley said as Haley passed.
Haley shot her a look, wondering if the older girl was being sarcastic. But Riley had already turned to watch the next rider enter.
Jan hurried over to meet Haley as she rode away from the ring. âWell done, Haley,â she said. âSaw your bobble at the beginning, but you recovered well.â She patted Haley on the knee, then gave Wings a rub on the neck.
âThanks, but we definitely couldâve done better,â Haley said.
âYou can always do better.â Jan raised an eyebrow at her. âIf not, why even bother competing?â
âYeah, I guess,â Haley muttered.
Just then a woman over by the results board called Janâs name, and the trainer looked that way. âIâd better see what she wants,â she told Haley. âYou okay?â
âSure.â Haley forced a small smile, and Jan hurried away.
Andrew dismounted and led Turbo over to where Haley and Wings were standing. Kyle rode after him. âGood job, Haley,â Andrew said. âYour transitions were really accurate.â
âThanks, but I know we messed up.â Haley sighed, giving Wings a pat. âIt was totally my fault. I spaced out when we came in and, well . . .â
She let her voice trail off. Kyle shot her a sympathetic smile. âItâs okay,â he said. âYou know youâre still going to beat me by at least fifty points.â
Haley smiled weakly as Andrew chuckled. Beating Kyle wasnât what sheâd had in mind for today. Her gaze wandered back to Riley, still standing ringside.
Andrew followed her gaze. âI know that Riley girl looked good in dressage,â he said. âSheâll probably win this phase. But who knows if that fancy horse of hers can even jump, right?â
âYeah.â Haley felt a twinge of hope. It was trueâthere were still two phases yet to come.
âYou and Wings always kill the jumping phases,â Kyle reminded her cheerfully. âEspecially cross-country. Thatâs what Jan says, anyway.â
âItâs true,â Andrew told him. âI mean, youâve seen them in lessons. Wings is a cross-country machine!â
Their comments made Haley feel a tiny bit better.Because they were right. There were still two phases left in the competition. Two phases that