Usually Ray was fine with his lefts and his rights but having to watch Asher and figure out whether his right was the same as the horse's was more difficult.

"The stirrup's really high..." He muttered, lifting his foot a couple of times before it caught in the right place. He gripped the back of the saddle and bounced a little before trying to hoist himself up. "Alright. After three." Three came and went. "Okay. Lemme..."

The hopping up was completed fine but when Ray swung his right leg over, it caught on the back of the saddle and he buckled, his chest falling forward, right hand grasping at the horse's neck to hold on. Squeezing his knees together, he shimmied the rest of the way on and groaned an obscenity as he sat up, blowing mane hair out of his mouth and recomposing himself. He figured it was too much to hope that was the hardest part.