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Post by wildthing on Jan 16, 2007 16:34:58 GMT -5
The beat up Ford F150 came to a halt in the driveway, so covered in mud and dust that you could hardly tell there was red underneath it all. A lean, lanky frame stepped out of it, hard features scanning the surroundings before heading up the steps to knock on the door. Matt had heard there was work to be had on this spread. He was a good hand with horses and cattle alike, having grown up on a ranch, though one much smaller than this one. His Justin Ropers were dusty and worn. His jeans were faded at the knees and had a stain of some horse liniment on the thigh. He wore a checkered flannel shirt and topped it off with a dusty cream-colored Stetson.
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Post by Carhartt on Jan 16, 2007 21:25:09 GMT -5
In his Jusitn boots, black carhartt jeans and he was buttoning up his flannel shirt that was covered with a western pattern with his chest showing he opened the front door seeing a slender man standing there. Dan scrtached his very short buzzed hair, well head and replied in his deep redneck vocals, [Can I help you?] Dan wasn't to friendly with guys he had never met before and was on his front step. Dan stood with one of his botts tapping the porch's wood with his spur clinking and tapping.
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Post by wildthing on Jan 16, 2007 21:33:29 GMT -5
The fella who showed up at the door didn't seem particularly friendly, but Matt had heard in town that this spread was hiring. The half breed wasn't one to rile very easy and just stood there with his thumbs resting in the belt loops of his jeans. "I was kinda hopin' so. Looking for a job. I can handle a rope, a branding iron, and I'm pretty good on the hurricane deck of a bronc." His voice was low and easy, a little bit of Texas twang, but not too heavy. He was an all around good hand and better than most with a bucking horse. On most spreads he'd worked as a bronc stomper, breaking the wild horses. He wasn't rough with training, but he rode hard.
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Post by Carhartt on Jan 16, 2007 21:48:42 GMT -5
Shifting his weight Dan thought..... {Well he could do somegood work but maney wasn't to good right now and there wasn't alot of work needed yet. But stalls needed mucking. So Dan though as his rough and Tough vocals replied, [Well right now we got need for brand'n, castrat'n, rope'n, or much ride'n but we need the horses to be groomed and they need their stall to be mucked.] Dan knew this would be a step down for this stranger but when it came spring he would be doing all the REAl ranch work.
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Post by wildthing on Jan 16, 2007 21:53:27 GMT -5
Matt didn't bat an eyelash. It the off season and a cowpoke couldn't expect much more. He nodded. "Done that before too. $250 a month, found, and a place for ma horse. Got a good cow dog too. Don't cause no trouble." Most places didn't mind a dog in the bargain. His wolf dog was as good as a man when it came to herding cattle and could get into tighter places.
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Post by Carhartt on Jan 17, 2007 19:51:29 GMT -5
Dan didn't smile he just nodded but when he heard the dog part he didn't like it much. He then replied, [Um... What breed.] Dan only let his border collies and australian shehpards and he was reall in no need for dog he already had 50 on the ranch and so but he wouldn't mind but the breed sure was. Suddenly a small purebredd Border Collies walked from the kitchen and saw the other cowboy Dan turned and snapped his hand and the collie came right to his foot an sat pateintly as Dan patted him on his head and replied, [Good boy Cinch.]
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Post by wildthing on Jan 17, 2007 21:04:49 GMT -5
Matt and his dog were a lot alike. Both half breeds that preferred to mind their own business and stay out of other people's way. You win their respect, you can trust them with your life, cross them, and you might just lose it. Most people weren't too keen on Reb when they heard he was a wolf mutt, but Matt wasn't one to lie. "Wolf dog, collie mix. He'll leave yours alone." Reb kept to himself, he didn't mess with other dogs. If one decided to press him, Reb would usually just pin 'em until Matt got it out of his hair.
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Post by Carhartt on Jan 17, 2007 21:38:40 GMT -5
Wolf? Dan hated wolves he had shot alot of them chicken stealer cattle killer thieves and he wasn't planning on doing it again. But her was hlaf Border. Dan thought and replied slowly, [If you kepp him undercontroll and don't let him growl or bite nor nutin like that I guess he can work here but believe me he'll be put in place. Cinch here rulls over every dog here and he'll show your dog its place. But I wont have any unfriendly dogs around here so just watch him. I got a bunk house where a couple ranchers are living there you can stay there if you need no charge.] Dan never went to collage, he was to busy having to care for a ranch. But he was very smart in the every day life not in books, that smarts that REALLY count.
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Post by wildthing on Jan 17, 2007 21:49:49 GMT -5
Matt's ancestor's had reverred the wild creaturesand Matt's dream animal was a lobo. Reb was the product of one of the village dogs and one of the big timber wolves that prowled the prairies around the reservation. "He listens. Growls don't mean nuthin'. He won't bite. Bunk house'd be good and a place for ma horse? Gelding. Stall, paddock, don't matter." Matt and his animals didn't require much. They'd become as hard as the land they'd grown up with. The half breed Apache, wolfdog, and mustang were a perfect fit for each other, it was regular people they had trouble pleasing.
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