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people were
amazing, not only did they come up with a costume for her to wear
but they made it fit well. Perry introduced her to some of the
performers who were accomplished seamstresses and they made it look
perfect for her. Maggie found herself wearing a suit, a tuxedo
suit, right down to the bow tie and top hat. She knew the horses
would think her dressed odd and she made sure she stood by the
corral so they could all smell her and see her and know that this
was their beloved
Maggie. They didn’t seem nervous at all, Maggie had butterflies
playing leap frog in her empty stomach.
    “ You don’t want to eat
until after the
performance” Perry assured her.
    Maggie didn’t want to eat, she didn’t want to
perform either, she thought perhaps if she had been able to see the
others and what they expected of her but Cecil had assured her,
play with the horses and the crowds would be happy.
    “ It’s time” Cecil came to
tell her, “Which ones are you taking in the arena?”
    “ Which ones?” she repeated
dully not sure she was ready for this.
    “ Yes, which ones are going
in the arena, which ones are you leaving here?” he eyed the herd of
massive black beasts warily as they watched him with their intense
eyes in the fading night light.
    “ Um, I’m not” she told
him.
    “ You’re not what?” he asked
wondering if she was going to back out. This created a problem, a
big problem for them all if she didn’t perform.
    “ I’m not leaving any of
them” she told him.
    “ You’re taking ALL of them?”
he asked incredulously wondering if that perhaps was a bad idea.
That many horses and it was obvious none of them had halters or
halters on them at this point. It could create a problem if they
were out of control.
    Maggie nodded not sure if this was a problem
or what he was getting at, she just wanted to get up on Sampson and
soothe her nerves. Wearing the tuxedo made her feel so
uncomfortable. She had told them it would get dirty with her horses
but they had laughed at her and assured her she would be fine.
    Cecil wasn’t sure that was going to be a good
idea but he remembered her perfect control of the horses in the
paddock back in her farm yard. He hoped he hadn’t been wrong about
her. He nodded to show her that he had heard her as he watched her
duck under the fence, put the top hat on and approach one of the
black beasts who had crowded around her to snuffle at her. He heard
her talking to them and she soon leapt on one of them. He smiled as
he saw how proud she looked in the tuxedo. With her short hair and
feminine looks, the tuxedo had never looked that good before. He
was praying that this would work out for all of them. He waited for
her nod to open the gate wide.
    Maggie rode Sampson as she had hundreds of
times before, probably thousands, the others thought they were
going on one of their trips and jostled for position in the herd,
the thunder of their hooves as they approached the massive tent was
heard even over the thunder of the voices of the spectators and it
lessened for a moment as those near the entrance quieted to hear
what that noise approaching was. Maggie stopped them with signals
and pressure to Sampson’s back, it was easier to feel him bareback
and the trousers she was wearing hid nothing of her muscle control
and his massive back. In the entranceway they stood waiting for a
signal, the ringmaster would announce them she had been told. She
looked over her herd and saw they were glistening in the light of
lanterns and torches, carefully lit to light up the arena but not
burn the tent down. She had spent a lot of time that day before
nightfall brushing and polishing them after their long journey; it
calmed both the horses and her, she had even blacked their hooves
using shoe polish after one of the performers pointed out how nice
it would look, it did look nice and they looked magnificent.
    “ And tonight we have for you
a special treat!” she heard Charlie the ringmaster she had