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Post by wildthing on Mar 6, 2007 20:10:36 GMT -5
Chris was only in this backwater town because her grandmother had passed away and left her a house and some money. It would take a little while to straighten things out and Chris couldn't take the time out of training, so she'd arranged for the horses to be trailered out after her. She needed some place to board them and train while she worked out all the paperwork and found someone to buy her grandmother's house. She'd done a little asking around and found that there was a large ranch that often boarded horses. Western wasn't her thing, but all she really needed was a couple of stalls and a field.
She pulled up in her bright yellow convertible mustang. It was several years old, but she loved buzzing around in it and driving with the top down on nice days. She parked the car and hopped out, pulling off her sunglasses. She tossed them on the front seat and headed up the steps to knock on the door a couple of times. Her toe tapped the porch gently, she'd neverbeen very good at staying completely still.
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Post by Carhartt on Mar 7, 2007 0:29:03 GMT -5
Dan was in the kitchen feeding Cinch as he heard the door. Dan was wearing dark blue wranglers and white t-shirt tucked into them. He was very buff and had no fat on him bones all muscle. Dan actually didn't have his cowboy hat on so his short brown buzzed hair was showing as well as his amazing blue obtics. Dropping the food in his mouth Cinch followed with out a sound. The only sound was his feet on the wood floor. Dan had his dark brown Justin boots as they hit the wood making the thudding sounds as he walked to the door and turned the old knob and opened it.
The 6'3" very muscular cowboy opened the door as his icy optics meet with a pretty little girl that lok almost ciy folked. A little but no to much. He looked over her shoulder at the bright yellow mustang and then back down to the pretty little girl. Dan flashed his famous cowboy smile as he dipped his head in a reaply and his deep southern twangy vocals replied,
[Howdy ma'am. May I be of some help to you?]
Dan's charming vocals stop as his head lookerd down at the border collie that sniffed her leg. Dan snapped his finger and Cinch layed down instantly. Dan looked up at her as his icy optics scanned her as he smiled softly. |
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Post by wildthing on Mar 7, 2007 0:37:20 GMT -5
Chris surveyed the ranch with interest as she waited for activity from the house. This was the first time she'd been on a real ranch before, though she had some cowboy friends and had been to a couple of rodeos. The door soon opened to reveal a pretty good looking cowboy, but Chris was more interested in business at the moment. But if flirting could help that business... "I hope so. I heard that you were the man to talk to if I had horses to board. I'll be in the area for a bit and I need somewhere to board and ride. I have three." She just needed a place to do her thing, she wouldn't have anyone else handling her horses and her stallion usually wouldn't let anyone else handle him. He could be quite the brat.
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Post by Carhartt on Mar 7, 2007 20:25:21 GMT -5
Dan smiled lightly as he look to the barn. He stepped out of the door way turning lightly to shut the door as Cinch jumped up and ran to the yellow mustang and began taking in all the scents on it. Dan smiled as his twangy deep vocals replied,
[Yes I can. You can board them here for 100 bucks each on partial care. I'll show you the barn and the four arenas.]
Dan stepped past her as his muscular chest almost brushed against her own chest but he eased around her as his axe calon swept passed her as did the muscular cowboy.... Dan didn't see anything in her right now....... just cause what Andy had done and stole Lizzy's heart when Dan was going to try but she just didn't like sweet, calm, very nicecowboy... SHe liked the rough cowboy.... Dan could be rough but for now he was to tired and per say depressed to be.... He walked slowly towards the barn then stopped for her as he walked forward a step and lightly smiled in his cowboy body. |
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Post by wildthing on Mar 7, 2007 22:55:03 GMT -5
Chris dated off and on, but she put more effort into riding than guys. She appreciated good looks and she had a healthy dislike for arrogant jocks. She tended to scare off some guys with her confidence. But she figured they weren't worth it if she threatened their ego. "That's fine. They're show horses and I'll do all the handling. I won't lie and say they'll be no trouble. I have a stallion who likes to have his own way. I won't be doing any serious training, but I will need somewhere to keep them in shape."
She knew she probably sounded overbearing, but when it came to her horses, she wanted it to be known that things would be done right. It wasn't that they were worth a lot of money, though they were, but they meant a lot to her, and Sean was an Olympic prospect. As he passed her, she caught a whiff of his masculine scent. He took care of himself, though he spoke like a hick. She followed him, glancing around at the land.
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Post by Carhartt on Mar 8, 2007 14:50:36 GMT -5
Dan smiled softly as he walked to the barn as he stopped and waited. She seemed to Englishy to him.... Dan was more into the rougher girls but he wasn't one to judge if he barely knew her. He sighed as he walked into the barn with his large strong rough cowboy hands in his Wranglers. He walked to three empty stall all alined together. He turned and replied with his twangy per say hick vioce,
[Thats fine. Yah we got three stallions. Two stallions for bronc breeding and my stud Carhartt. Yah here are your three stalls. When will you be bringing them?]
Dan walked forward as his arms flexed as he pulled the stall door open and walked in. It was perfectly clean with nothing in it and a thick amount of soft shaveings. Dan looked around at the brans new hay and grain holders and the large water bucket and looked to her to see expression of the very clean tighty barn. |
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Post by wildthing on Mar 9, 2007 18:15:34 GMT -5
Chris rode English, but she wasn't a wimp. In high school, before her riding career had taken off, she'd played soccer, ultimate frisbee, and ran cross country. She loved sports of almost any kind, except golf, but it bored her to watch them on TV. She enjoyed strenuous activity, repelling and whitewater rafting being high on that list.
She followed him into the barn and took stock of her surroundings. It looked organized, clean. Nicer than she'd expected a ranch stable to be. It would do just fine for a few weeks. "Tomorrow morning if the driver's on schedule. I'll be here to meet them. It looks good, this will work just fine."
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Post by Carhartt on May 9, 2007 19:08:00 GMT -5
Dan Really not knowing her past or anything or her riding and was actually interested he smiled politly keeping his mind on track trying to keep the large smile away and just have a decent polite one, not over enjoyable. Dan liked roping, bull ridin', bronc ridin', ridin' perid, and football and those were sports, nothin' more nothin' less.
Dan hopped she be here for more then just a few weeks but it was all up to her. Listening to her he nodded and replied sweetly with his deep twangy vocals, [Ok Sounds good. I'm up around 4:30 and out in the barn by 5:30.] He smiled as he revealed his early rising acts. Had to d othat when you had a ranch of such great and amaing size. He loved his place and loved the surprises it brought him, just like Chris.
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Post by wildthing on Jun 11, 2007 20:19:04 GMT -5
Dan looked like a real live, typical cowboy. Not that she'd known all that many. She rode in different circles. He was cute. Different from what she was used to, but that wasn't a bad thing. Anyway, she took her riding career too seriously to waste time on a relationship that couldn't go anywhere. A cowboy wouldn't give up his ranch and she wouldn't give up her riding. Chris was kind of hard for guys to figure out. When she had the time, she did go out with friends and flirt and hang out, but that was rare and guys often didn't realize that there were no promises involved in her flirting. She was going for the Olympics and a guy didn't figure into that. Sean was the love of her life at the moment. He was the guy who would get her to the top. She'd rarely seen such natural talent and competitiveness in a horse. In that, they were well suited to each other.
She laughed at his comment of when he would be up. Chris was an early riser, but not quite that early. "The driver guessed he'd be around here about ten. I'll get here at nine to look things over." She would want to look over the stalls more closely before her horses were settled in and she would need atleast one paddock for turnout.
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Post by Carhartt on Jun 11, 2007 21:06:52 GMT -5
Dan was a real live cowboy never gone to the city—besides to rodeos and was born and raised a first class redneck/cowboy proud one to. Highly conservative and all. Chris was interesting and he did notice she was quite hard to get a light smile but he didn’t mind. Dan was a good guy—patient… Most the time unless he was stabbed in the back like he has been by his best friend still falling for his girl friend who Dan clearly claimed first… But he was to late for grabs. The Olympics? Dan wanted his bulls to get to the biggest rodeos as Dan bred bulls to get the best as they were actually quite trained. You could walk right out to his retired bull and sit on his back—as long as he didn’t have the bucking strap he was ok.
Hearing he laugh Dan smiled with his charming cowboy smile. [Ok sounds good. I’ll be up workin’ with Carhartt and the steers.] He replied softly still planning out the day ahead of him. Smiling he tipped his hat and replied, He smiled as she nodded and walked to the house slipping his hands in his pockets as his spurs jingled and jangled on his way. Quickly jumping up the stairs he went into the house without looking back. Cinch bounded down the stairs as Dan patted him on the head and climbed up stairs.
It was 4:45 am and Dan came out of the house with Cinch by his side as Dan was cleanly shaved and his hair cropped short as he had Carhartt jeans on with a black t-shirt tucked in with the sleeves cut off and a large belt buckle—his bull riding one. He also had a Carhartt ball cap with the bill curved very sharply. He walked to the barn as Cinch stayed by his side. Being stopped by Trixie who followed behind with her crazy curly hair pulled in a pretty but messy pony tail as she was on the other side and smiled softly. Dan replied slowly, [Your up early darlin’.] She shrugged softly and replied, [Yeah but I wanted to get on Daisy and go for an all day ride.] He nodded softly and slowly walked into the barn as she followed.
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Post by wildthing on Jun 11, 2007 21:28:14 GMT -5
Chris nodded in agreement. "Tomorrow then." She turned to ask another question, but he was already heading in so she just shook her head and trotted down the porch steps back out to her car. The yellow mustang left a cloud of dust behind it seconds later.
Chris allowed herself to sleep in the next morning since there were no horses to care for yet. She got up around eight, took a quick shower, grabbed a granola bar, whistled up her dog, and headed to the car. Her dog was small chocolate lab female. That's what she had been going to ask Dan about, but she'd decided she'd just bring her anyway. Snickers was well-behaved and wasn't bothered by other dogs or horses or people.
Several minutes later, Chris pulled up in front of the ranch again. She parked and let Snickers out. The lab lifted her head, sniffing all the new scents. "Heel." Chris said the command softly as she headed to the stable. Snickers fell in beside her. She walked in and headed to the stalls Dan had showed her the day before. They looked quite clean, but she headed into the first one for a closer look. She wanted to make sure that there were no nails or sharp pieces of wood. Her horses were used to only the best.
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Post by Carhartt on Jun 11, 2007 21:37:47 GMT -5
Dan walkied into the barn and whistled as about twenty large quarter horse head came out into the aisle as both Dan and Trixie laughed softly. Daisy nickered softly to Trixie as Trixie jogged to her and patted her softy. Quickly she ran into the tack room unlocking it and optien it grabbing a normal western headstall with a snaffle and split reigns. Running back to Daisy who was standing no foot out of the stall as the door was wide open. Nickering she let her head side to side excitedly as she waited for Trixie. Taking the bit willingly Trixie walked her big ol’ paint AQH mare out and climbed up onto her back and saluted Dan and replied, [Don’t know when I’ll be back.] He smiled and replied, [Be safe.] She smiled and replied, Dan nodded to her and Trixie softly told Daisy to trot as they trotted out of the barn only about 5:15. Dan walked to a large Buckskin stallion who nickered softly. Dan stroked his large head as Dan grabbed a wheel barrow. Dan had Matt working her and that was about it. The summer was slow and no calves were being born so it was slow at the ranch.
Dan cleaned the stalls one by one perfectly not a spec of pee or manure as Dan did them all so quickly being in experience and all. Sighing he wiped the sweat from his forehead as he sighed with relief on the last stall which was Carhartt’s. All horses were feed of course all munching on grass as they were feed at 5:30 am and 5:30 pm every day not a minute late. Finishing Carhartt’s stall Dan patted the stallions as he didn’t raise his head from the hay tub as Dan softly chuckled. Pulling the wheel barrow he heard some one. Dropping it he peered into the stall Chris was in. Startled he replied with his deep overpowering but yet gentle vocals, [Oh, Morin’ Ma’am. Didn’t hear you come in.] He smiled softly with gentle nature.
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Post by wildthing on Jun 12, 2007 20:32:39 GMT -5
Chris was on her third inspection when she was interrupted by the appearance of the good looking owner of the rather immense ranch. The stalls looked great and would do just fine for the weeks she would be here. Her older gelding and young filly would be fine, but her prize stallion could be a bit of a goof and she couldn't afford for him to get hurt this late in the game. Two years of qualifying shows and they would be in the next Olympics. Her dreams were within reach and Chris wasn't going to give them up easily.
"Good morning. Just checking things over. They look fine. I would prefer that no one but me handle my horses. They are not cow ponies and are not to be handled as such." She didn't want some hard handed cowboy messing with her show horses.
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