Flowers for Matt Laren Mar 12, 2009 5:07:00 GMT -6
Post by <Amy> on Mar 12, 2009 5:07:00 GMT -6
It wasn't often that Taylor didn't want to be at the stable. Usually she wanted to be with Invisible Ink out in the rings or riding the trails but today she was doing a special favor for the stable owner, Amy Garland. Apparently one of the rescues was far from dangerous but still needed survallince to be unloaded. Normally Ty wouldn't mind that, rescues all needed extra attention. What bothered her was that the owner of the horse coming in was supposedly Matt Lauren, one of the stable hands. That was what made Ty frown on the whole thing. She'd heard some rumors about him and none of them had been particularly clear or particularly good.
Heaving a sigh, Taylor left the stall of her beloved black Warlander, Ink, and headed out of the stable. Behind her, Ty heard the big stallion snuffle unhappily and wished she could go back and ride him but she couldn't. She had just finished getting him settled back in from the vet and now the TAEA horse was coming in, probably in about five minutes or so. Ty stepped out into the sunlight, her medium brown hair pulled back in a ponytail wearing a green tank top, slightly faded jeans and black riding boots. The jeans and tank hugged for her form, not overly curvy but nice, skin starting to recover its tan from the wintertime greyness.
Heading for the small rings where horses were kept temporarily, Ty hopped up to perch on the top rung, heels of her boots caught on a lower rung to keep her steady, hands holding the top rail on either side as she watched the driveway for signs of the trailer. When none appeared, Ty looked around the stable yard for the kid she was helping but didn't know what he looked like since she never payed any attention to the guys at the stable. Couldn't trust a guy as far as she could throw him and sadly for all guys, she wasn't that strong.
Taylor's attention was caught when a pickup turned into the drive, a white TAEA trailer hitched on the back. Getting down from the fence, Taylor waved to the driver, flagging him closer to the small rings. By all accounts from what she'd heard Amy say, the horse was sweet and well trained but very shy and skittish. Ty just hoped whoever her adopter was they would at least have enough sense not to make a lot of racket and scare her.