Dusty---
"Well, let's get ready for two months of trouble." She sighed, she was glad that her dad signed everyone in. "Let's catch the horses and line the on the fence. We'll match people up to their horses when they come out. We'll have to make sure they don't over pack either. They each only get waht their horse can carry." She didn't have to tell any of them this, but she was saying it to remind herself more then them. She followed them to the corral and grabbed a handful of halters. Each halter had a name on it and they had to match the names with the horses.
"Which one's Tristian?" Coke called, "And who named him?"
"I did, he's the mustang." She said, "Which is Polly?"
"The white in the corner." Sammy said.
