Jamie needed little more invitation than that. it was like he was a five-year-old who'd been told he could have the biggest candy bar he could find.
Thankfully, everything was well labeled and organized in the tack room. Kizmit had her own saddle and blanket, as well as a better looking bridle than the one she was currently strapped into. He put the dark blue blanket on her back first, then the saddle. He made sure to keep talking to her quietly as he reached under her belly to fasten the buckle that would hold the saddle on. Next came the newer bridle and bit. Soon enough, she looked ready to go, and seemed almost as eager for a good run as Jamie was.
He put one foot into a stirrup and heaved himself up into the saddle. The creak of the leather and the smell of it made him gin. He looked at Tabby and pretend to tip a cowboy hat. To make it worse, he spoke with a terribly forced but reasonably believable southern accent. "If you'd be so kind as to open the barn door, little lady, I reckon I;d be much obliged."