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With a nod of understanding, the kids gripped the reins tightly, their small hands displaying a newfound sense of determination. Earl mounted on a majestic horse, took the lead, guiding us through the picturesque trails of the ranch.

The sound of hooves rhythmically tapping against the earth filled the air as we ventured deeper into the heart of the ranch.

Emily and Ethan's giggles mingled with the rustle of leaves and the occasional chirping of birds. Their six-year-old minds filled the air with spontaneous conversations and imaginative tales.

"Uncle Lin, I think Misty is the fastest pony here!" Emily declared with conviction, her eyes sparkling with delight.

Ethan, trying to outdo his sister, chimed in, "Not as fast as Rocky! He's like a lightning bolt!"

Earl chuckled, matching their enthusiasm. He glanced at me for approval and I nodded, giving him the go ahead "Well, let's put their speed to the test, shall we? Hold on tight, little cowboys and cowgirls!"

With a swift command, he