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Post by Free on Apr 13, 2009 15:30:33 GMT -6
[/color] THE wait had been long, but the drive had been even longer. He sighed for the what? Seventh time? He was so sick of this shit! The male cursed for himself, a hand rushed through his dirty brown or black hair, many didn’t even know anymore. The beard made him look younger many had said but he didn’t know, he liked the feel though and usually just trimmed it. His eyes, a pair of pale brown almost as they looked around the barn, wow his car looked hundred of years old beside these cars. He sighed once again; maybe he should’ve gotten a new one after all. Why even bother about it? Putting on his hat he felt how it fitted under his well, ok hair. It wasn’t too long but neither too short either, which was fine by him. Looking around the male saw none, good, no one was here, yet. The reprimand reminded him once again how unpredictable people where here. Shaking his head the male killed his engine with a firm move and halted it. The old truck had a couple of months, but he needed to replace it.
HE opened the door with a fir but gentle move and walked out. Stretching his body the male looked around again. He was wearing a pair of tired jeans, a rather filthy shirt which showed it had once been white, a scarf on the side and to fulfil it all, his lovingly hat. A whinny behind him told that the other passenger had, had enough. Alright, alright I’ll take yah out lass. His deep and Australian tone rung through his tenors as he walked behind the truck. The trailer was one of those open and large ones where you actually saw the horse. The black equine moved her head showing a pair of intelligent dark eyes. His eyes softened, she was his overall pride. It had taken him a darned long time until he had gotten her. The owner was far from pleased to breed his priced thoroughbred stallion against one of his priced brumby mares. But he had gotten his will (as usual he reminded himself amused by the scene.) and from his own mare Capricornia had been born. She was a fine worker; almost like the other mix he had though that horse had been gone a long time ago. He scratched her neck and heard the pleasant murmur. She wanted to get out.
A look around once and he nodded to her, awarded with a squeak of a neigh, which made him laugh in surprise. She was only five but she had mastered pretty much everything he had given her. He opened the back and walked in, finding her pretty easily, and the leather halter with her name written on a silver plate showed her true name. “Kiss the Dirt.” Perfect name for a perfect lass. That had been his first thought when she started moving as a foal. He clipped on the lead and opened the last door. The five year old Thoroughbred and Brumby mixture snorted but pointed her ears forth and almost trotted out with her tail up high. Her flares could be seen as an Arabian but she had a elegant and powerful cranium which gave her the opportunity to move freely, and gracefully if she felt like it. Whoa pretty gal. No need to hurry. There yah go. The deep Australian tone still rolled in his English and he stroke her black neck. He hushed her down so ever slowly and the mare sniffed him, her sixteen point three hand tall frame was easy to move as he walked her on the pathway. He really didn’t want to walk in the barn, just yet. But could feel that someone watched him, which gave him another reason not to turn around as the thirty-six year old walked his mare on the pathway. He wasn’t trying to be mean, just, being a little shy.
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Post by <Amy> on Apr 13, 2009 15:47:21 GMT -6
Amy Garland && Double Dutch
Amy sighed, tossing the last bale of straw into the loft and dusting her jeans off. Looking over at the restocked straw, Amy sighed. Wasn't this what she paid her stable hands for? Shaking her head, Amy straightened up and walked down the steps to the loft, coming out near the stalls as she pulled off her worn out work gloves. From the closest stall, Amy caught sight of her handsome Noriker, Double Dutch looking at her pleadingly. He wanted to be out in the pasture or out in the ring, not cooped up in his stall. Smiling at the loving rescue, Amy walked over to her office and opened the door enough to toss her gloves toward her desk and closed the door without bothering to see if the gloves had landed safely.
Walking over to Dutch's stall, Amy stroked his big velvety muzzle before grabbing the lead rope she kept hung up in his stall. "Hey baby, stick of hanging around here?" Amy cooed, clipping the lead on Dutch's halter.
Brushing her impossibly curly dark hair out of her face, Amy unbolted Dutch's stall door. Walking the light draft out of the stall, Amy bumped the door closed with her hip and slid the bolt to keep it from opening again. Dutch snorted, a touch impatient and nosed at Amy's arm. Patting his neck, Amy gathered some of the leeway on the lead and started off down the aisle of stalls. Captain was already out in the mare and gelding pasture and no harm would come of putting Dutch out in one of the unused training rings for a little while. He would be fine and be able to stretch his big ol' legs until Amy got a second to tack him up and take him on the trail or the dressage ring.
Exiting the barn, Amy glanced toward the parking lot, half expecting to see a TAEA trailer there. Instead she caught sight of a trailer that looked like a boarder's trailer and raised a brow. A new boarder? Amy wracked her brains trying to call up the applications. Sadly she failed but caught sight of the new guy leading a black mare around to stretch her legs. His back was to Amy but it seemed he had some sort of sixth sense because before Amy could turn her attention back to leading Dutch to a ring, the guy turned around.
Amy stopped and raised a brow. He looked like a scruffy cowboy just off the prairie, hat and all.
Dutch snorted and nickered to the new mare, swishing his flaxen tail, curious about the new addition to the fast-growing Southern Blues herd. Amy clicked her tongue to get Dutch's attention but glanced one last time at what looked like a lost cowboy before leading Dutch over to one of the TAEA rings. Opening the gate, Amy let the Noriker walk past her into the ring and unclipped his halter before closing the gate. With a snort the chocolate stallion took off pacing at a trot around the pen, glad to be out of his stall.
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Post by Free on Apr 13, 2009 16:21:22 GMT -6
[/color] WHY couldn’t that feeling just go away? The male didn’t really know and started scratching the back of his neck nervously. He hated being watched at, but most of all, he knew himself that he probably looked like crap. No wonder really, he had to help at the ranch which he had been boarding Capricornia at. They had to mark a couple of calves and get some off the cows checked. Not that he didn’t like to work, he loved it really, but the dust made him look even older then he was. Why hadn’t he just changed and taken a shower when he could? The male shook his head and looked at his mare, his pale brown eyes smiled as the mare watched him curiously. Fine, I give in. Yah wan’ to meet the stud no? She snorted at that statement and he smiled and stroke her neck even more. Be a man Jack Drover Samuelsson, you weren’t born to hide yourself! He yelled at himself without really knowing why, not that he cared. Drover straightened his stance and turned around to see the owner. She was younger then he expected though, wow he was probably looking like an old geezer in these clothes.
CURSING under his breath the six foot tall male led his equine companion beside him. Capricornia answered Dutch’s neigh with a squeak which usually was a notice of her life. With ears pointed forth the five year old danced around her owner tripping with her nostrils flared out. She wanted to run a little or something at least. Keep it down love, I’ll let ya’ go. But he really didn’t want to meet this younger female though. He was thirty-six, been married and divorced once and he hoped to God that he didn’t need to do that again. They had been married for two years and been together for four until she had cheated on him, more then once his friends had told him. But she could do what she wanted; she hadn’t gotten anything good either way. Only his heart, kind of. Shit, he didn’t want to talk to the boss straight away, but here goes right? He wasn’t good with introductions, not conversations either. He usually had a conversation with the horses until people came by and laughed at him. Of course, he was still talking with them, just secretly that is. The mare nipped at his side making him enter the world again, he gave her a light glare until he turned back to Amy.
SHIT why couldn’t it have been another day? A day when he, had something better to put on? Ack, the h.ll with it! He took off his hat with one swing and easily gave her one of his usual smiles until his Australian accent rolled on his tongue when he spoke. Go’ day ma’am. Nice day ain’t it? Call me Drover, everyone does. I bet a quarter on that you’re Amy right? There! Done! He had jumped into it! Good boy Jack! You deserve a whiskey after wards or a drink at least. Kiss the Dirt looked around and saw Dutch, she squeaked again until it turned into a high and soft neigh. She wanted to at least meet him firmly, not being that much of a person horse she rarely took any interest in people, if she wasn’t out showing off. That was usually the time when people went around the pair asking him questions of her breed and everyone got shocked hearing she was a mix. But she could always look at Drover and hear a soft voice telling her how she was the best. It was what kept her going, the friendship that was between her and Drover. He felt the mares’ eyes on him and looked towards her. Fine love, but I tell yah! No running off, we’re new remember? She snorted but nodded almost as if understanding, but at the same time not. He got his leather and tightened it around her forelegs until he took off the lead and let the mare walk slowly towards the fence waiting on Dutch to hopefully arrive. Jack however eyed Amy and wondered when she was going to speak, he hated silences, aye?
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