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Post by Audrey Marie French on Aug 11, 2012 20:36:25 GMT -8
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Post by Lucas "Luke" Haynes on Aug 12, 2012 11:55:47 GMT -8
Being bored with himself is what the last couple of days had consisted of. He hadn't ridden his horses since he had got here or worked with them. Ranger seemed to be settling in quite nicely, but as for the mare she was skeptical about this new scenery. He was alone as far as his room was concerned and he liked it that way. Even though he had his two dogs they didn't offer much companionship as they were too nervous to do anything. Whisper could use a good stretch. Luke thought to himself as he sat up on his bed. Although she was the eldest of the two horses she wasn't good with travel so she most likely would be too distracted but Luke didn't care. He slipped on his work boots and a shirt and headed out to the barn. He was completely unsure of who may or may not be at the lunging arena, which he so badly needed to use for Whisper. The black head shot out of the stall door like a bullet from a gun when she heard someone coming down near her stall. Checking up on Ranger he dosed sleepily in the back of his stall. A slight grin came to Luke's face as he went back to the Dutch Warmblood. Opening the door he slipped the turquoise halter over her ears and lead her out of the stall. Her hooves clicked along the concrete aisle. Getting closer and closer to the arena he heard the thundering of hooves. Great, someone is already in there. Surly enough there was a blond free lunging a grey horse around the pen. Luke was disappointed, he had hoped that he could get in for about ten minutes and get out. But yet that wasn't going to be the case. He stood there with Whisper in his right hand as the grey horse rounded the arena a couple times.
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Post by Audrey Marie French on Aug 12, 2012 12:30:04 GMT -8
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Post by Lucas "Luke" Haynes on Aug 16, 2012 4:51:44 GMT -8
A slight ray of sunshine shot down to the ground only to be covered up by a gray cloud. Although it looked like it may rain it showed no signs. Luke flicked his hand silently as he ackknowledge her words. He knew that the mare definantly not one for standing around waiting. She started to sway, the seventeen year old yanked on the mare's lead rope as he didn't want her to develope a bad habit. Luke ran his hand through his short hair as the girl began to collect her horse. Luke stood a good five inches above Whisper's wither but yet her neck and head added a good inch or two above his head. The mare rested her head on the boy's shoulder. Luke patted the mare's neck as the girl opened the gate and led her horse out. Listening to her compliment and question, Luke thought over it over a bit, but then said, "Dutch Warmblood." He looked at the mare and then back to the girl.
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