Ray wisely chose to ignore Asher's horse comment and focus on the counting. Little did he expect his instructor to sabotage that.

"Four, five, seven, twenty-eigh--Asher!" Rhythm disturbed, he started bouncing in the saddle again, butt taking the brunt of it. He whipped his head around to glare at him, face full of exasperation. "I'm trying to concentrate! One. Two. One. Two," he enunciated, pointedly raising his voice.