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[attr="class","box2"]The museum was a place for learning, or so she thought. A place to get to know her town. She had tried to visit most every place, so she could learn her environment. Especially if she planned on settling down here. So far, she loved the town she was in. It was still a small town, but so far, nobody knew her story. And she was able to escape from her father's name. Not that her dad's name was a bad thing. She just wanted to create a name for herself, without his help.

Rylee just needed to recruit some clientele. She was sure she'd find some in the small town, but it was hard as a western rider. Most people went for the English discipline. She was familiar with the English discipline, and could very well train in English, but she had a fond love for western. Western was where she had started riding. And grew up with it. It wasn't until high school where she started learning English riding. And college had helped her further her skills. But she could teach western riding with her eyes closed. It was just more real, to her.

Rylee wandered through the museum, looking at each exhibit slowly. This town really was a horse town, from what she could see of their history. Horses galore. And dinosaur fossils, as well. She stood in front of a dinosaur skeleton, amazed that it had been found near Choteau. Such a small town for such a big animal. She wasn't sure of the dinosaur's species, but she was amazed all the same.


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