Magic stood with the wind whipping through her mane, eyes alert scanning the new surroundings. I handled her confidently, not adding to her fears by acting as though there were something to fear. Doing what I'd always done, the way I always did it, gave her confidence that everything was as it should be. If she swerved sideways I corrected her, backing her up and demanding she stand still for the saddle, just as at home. Saddled, bridled and a few minutes of lunging, I stepped up on Magic.