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Post by wildthing on Jan 23, 2007 21:23:44 GMT -5
When he wasn't working at a ranch, Matt usually followed the rodeos. He was a better than average bronc rider and could usually pick up a few dollars. The stables were clean and the horses were groomed so he'd decided to get a little practice in. He'd cleared it with Dan and had brought in one of the broncs from the rough string. The buckskin was a mean looking little mare who didn't buck all that hard, but bucked sneaky. With help from one of the other hands, he got her in the chute. He was wearing his usual working attire, worn blue jeans, a checked shirt, and his battered Stetson. The only addition was chaps today.
He climbed the bars and settled on the restless mare. She was bareback with only a head rope for him to hold onto. He got a good hold and nodded to the hand holding the gate. The gate was flung open and the mare shot out, opening with a wicked spin and roaring into several twisting bucks. Matt had a good seat, but all of her twisting unseated him. She launched into a series of hard, but straight bucks and he was able to regain his form. He spurred her with blunt spurs and good form, holding onto that head rope for all he was worth. She spun around and suddenly reared. He had to clamp on tight to stay on. She shot across the arena in a dead run and then launched into aother series of bucks. The other hand shouted eight seconds, but getting off was sometimes just as difficult as staying on. The mare was bucking wicked now and Matt just jumped off her back, hitting the ground on his shoulder and getting up fast.
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Post by Carhartt on Jan 24, 2007 1:19:29 GMT -5
Trixie was walking outside as it was saturady in this shity little town and was boring as hell on the ranch and Dan wouldn't let her go anywhre bout around the ranch. that was alot but boring, only for her though. Dan was sitting on the bronc arena's rails watching the amatures go on and saw Matt go. He was ok not TO bad. Trixie watched intesly seeing a sexy cowboy get on the back of the crazy mare and saw the ride she gasped at each time he almost lost his balance and almost yelped when he hit his shoulder on the ground as Dan was next to her and heard her and rpelied, [He's fine. THey aint fine when they dont get up.] he jumped down. There was a buckskin studd all saddled up and he jumped on he was helping getting the broncs back into the shoots as well as the broncs. Carhartt slowly walked as the Mare went straight to him being the only stallion as Carhart kicked at her as she bolted into the shoots as Dan patted Carhartt doing what he was trained. Damn Good horse was Carhartt. He was the largest best looking stud in the whole town and only 4. He slwoly trotted as another cowboy was thrown at 3.7 seconds as Carhartt bolted at a kiss to the horse as he sutted the horse to the shoots.
Trixie trotted over to Matt and soflt replied with her voice like a soft love country sumer song for she had an AMAZING country singing voice but only used it for rap so far, soon to cahnge, [Are you ok, that looked like it hurt badly.] She was so innocent or how the way she looked. Her long curly hair blew in the wind as her amazing blue eyes fluttered. SHe was kinda "OFF LIMITS" for any rnacher for shje was practicly THE BOSS's Daughter. But if someone really loved her they wouldn't care, hell she didn;t care at all.
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Post by wildthing on Jan 24, 2007 10:33:17 GMT -5
Matt hurried to the side of the arena, relaxing only when the mare was back in the holding pen. Some of those bucking broncs would go after you as bad a bull. He dusted off his Stetson against his chaps. Not a bad ride. He'd stuck it out, but his form was rusty. Plenty of time to work on that. Not like he wanted to go pro anyway. Too much moving around for him. He never stayed in one place for too long, but a new town every weekend was a little much.
The cowboy glanced up in suprise as soft vocals were directed his way. He wasn't much of a woman chaser and he was usually too aloof for them to chase him. He found himself looking into clear blue eyes that matched those of his boss. Her reputation preceded her. The city girl, the spoiled brat that Dan had taken on. No matter what else she was, she was pretty. He glanced towards where Dan was seated on the buckskin stud. This was dangerous territory. "Fine ma'am. Ah've taken worse spills out herding cattle." Matt wasn't the kind of guy to feign an injury to get attention and he sure didn't want to catch this filly's attention. She probably didn't even realize the trouble she could get him in.
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Post by Carhartt on Jan 26, 2007 13:39:07 GMT -5
Another young boy got on a stallion as they let him loose. Within the first second he was thrown on his leg as it snapped. It wasn't bad Dan had deffinatly had worse as Carhartt chased the stalion in the holding pin and the cowboy got up and limped to the gate and had help crawling over the fence as it was just a sprain to the ankle. Dan wasn't even paying attention to Trixie but to making sure Carhartt and everyone was ok.
Trixie smiled and replied sweetly, [Really, you mustbe really strong to do stuff like that. I like men who live on the edge.] SHe smiled lightly and tad bit of flirtatiously as the wind picked her curly long blonde hair up and her amazing blue eyes fluttered. Even though Dan was her "Father" and he was the boss, hell she didn't care one bit. Sh still like this tough cowboy that she was attracted to.
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Post by wildthing on Jan 26, 2007 23:39:18 GMT -5
Matt took off his battered Steton and knocked the dust off of it against his leg, shifting his weight nervously. She was a pretty little filly, more than a little tempting. But he wasn't her type. She was a city girl, used to getting her way it seemed. "I uh, I can handle myself." He didn't live on the edge, not really, at least, he didn't see that way. He took all due precautions in a dangerous job. "And I like my job. We really shouldn't be having this conversation." She sure was pretty though. He liked a spirited horse and he figured if someone could gentle this filly, she'd be something special. But it couldn't be him.
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Post by Carhartt on Jan 27, 2007 18:07:37 GMT -5
Ouch. SHe lightly sighed she didn't mean to...... Oh well it was his lost really. So she turned around as her pants moved with her. Dan had given her a mare paint named Daisy Duke. Trixie didn't like horses but maybe Daisy could be one thing she liked about this town so she slowly walked to the barn were Daisy was stalled. She walked in with her long blone curly hair as she lightly looked with her amazing blue eyes. She was mad at that Matt guy who seemed to be a jerk and she lightly stepped as she looked and lightly called, [Daisy?] Her vocals were soft and sweet like a summer country love song.
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Post by wildthing on Jan 27, 2007 18:14:32 GMT -5
Matt watched her walk away. He wasn't afraid of Dan, but he had no wish to tangle with his boss either. Messing with that blonde haired city girl would be a sure fired way to stir up trouble. Everybody wanted someone better for their little girl. Matt's life wasn't really fit for a woman anyway, specially not a city girl like that. His world consisted of a beat up pick up truck, an equally beat up two horse trailer, his horse Tex, and his wolf dog Rebel. He moved around and he preferred it like that. He shook his head, rotated the shoulder he'd landed on, and moved to the rail to watch the other boys riding. Just cowboys having fun, nobody really good.
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Post by Carhartt on Jan 27, 2007 18:26:50 GMT -5
Dan watched cowboy after cowboy get thrown and laughed as well as every one else. Jumping off Carhartt he handed one rein to Matt and said in his deep southern draw, [Hold Carhartt a moment. They need to see how it is really done.] He walked over as they louded a bronc in and Dan replied, Everyone looked shocked. Dan hadn't gotten on for a long time and bulls were much harder to ride as a black angus bull was louded in. Puttting on a glove on his LEFT hand he tightly put in the strao as he promptly sat a good seat on the bull. Still in the holding pin the bull jumped up and snorted as they let the gate open. The bull flew out and the back end went up. Dan felt the next move and followed next. He sat god on the bul as his cowboy hat flew off and the dust began to fly up. The bul began to bring the front end up as Dan stayed on spuring left to right back and forth pissing the bull off more. A young cowboy yelled, [TIME] the signal it had been eight seconds. AS the bull got its under side to the ground Dan jumped off as he almost fell but ran to keep his balance. He never hit the ground as he ran to grab his hat and the bull was put in the holding pin. All the cowboys on the rail yelled and whistled good job to the boss as they all laughed as Dan ran over to Carhartt. He grabbed Carhartt and replied, [Thank you Son.] He jumped on Carhartt with out struggle as he began a slow trot to help the bull to get in.
Trixie watched the whole thing surprised how well Dan could ride. She was holding a pretty little Paint mustang allready trianed in a BRIGHT pink halter Dan had bought for her. The mare was sweet and calm only being 5 as Trixie walked to the rail and the marelightly nudged Trixie as Trixie turned and softly patted her neck as the mare rested her large mustang head on Trixie's shoulder. They were begining their son to be un breakable bond.
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Post by wildthing on Jan 27, 2007 18:39:08 GMT -5
Matt took the stallion's reins and leaned against the rails and Dan rode the bull. Matt didn't understand bullriders. It was a showoff sport. Bronc riding was a part of ranch work. Most of the cowhorses in any remuda bucked a little in the morning. He handed over the stallion when Dan was done and turned to head back to the stable. No matter what else could be said about her, Trixie was hot. She looked out of place next to the paint mare she was leading. He looked over the paint mare with as much interest as he'd looked over the filly beside her. Young mustang mare, good lines, friendly eyes. But Matt didn't expect her uncle would let her ride a dangerous one.
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Post by Carhartt on Jan 27, 2007 18:49:10 GMT -5
Trixie didn't look out of place. SHe was wearing wrangler pants Dan had bought her and some Ariat Pink boots with a white spaghetti tank top under a buttoned up pink and blue shirt but wasn't buttoned up. Her hair wasn't put in a pony tail though it was long. It was natuarly blonde and curly as she had taken the dye out of it. Well Dan made her. When she got her she had bright red blue and black streack inb it and it was straightened it as she ALWAYS straightened it every day but she no langer did that. SHe was getting better. SHe didn't want to leave the ranch really and didn't want to go to town or really want to leave the ranch. She was slowly growing to liking it. Something she thought that would never happen. Tixie slowly walked to where an old oak tree was in one of the fields with no horses or cattle. it was the very front of the ranch's free rang that went on over 100 miles. The tree was by itself in a large plain looking area as the wind blew. She lightly sat down as the Daisy followed her and lightly walked with her. Daisy stopped when she did and lightly put her head to Daisy's lap and lightly nippled at her pocket as Trixie puled a peppermint out and Daisy took it from her and nippled it up. Trixie giggled as the wet long soft tonouge. Daisy's ears were pricked up as Trixies giggle was soft and sweet. The mare softly shifted her weight as she lowered her head and began eating the tall grass. Trixie softly brushed her neck loving her already as the very well trained mare loved Trixie back.
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Post by wildthing on Jan 27, 2007 19:04:01 GMT -5
Bright pink looked out of place to Matt. He was used to cowgirls who wore jeans and tight tops, but not pink. And pink boots? They were from two different worlds. Matt's might not have been great, but it was good enough for him. But she was none of his business and he had work to do. The horses were groomed, but Tex needed a good run. The gelding got cranky when he didn't have cow work to do. Matt had turned him out with the remuda, the cow horses that weren't in use at the moment. He headed out to the big pasture where the horses ranged and let out a shrill whistle. Several heads raised, but one dark horse came at a gallop, slowing to a halt before Matt. The gelding had strange coloring, a grullo paint with blue eyes. But he was fast, hardy, and had more cow sense than most people. The gelding nipped at Matt's shoulder and he swatted his nose. He slipped a rope over the mustang's neck and led him through the gate.
After a quick grooming in the stable, Matt slipped a simple snaffle bit into his mouth and swung onto his two-toned back. He gave a low whistle and Rebel rose from his resting place.
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Post by Carhartt on Jan 27, 2007 19:16:32 GMT -5
Trixie had taken English lessons in New york and stopped about 4 years ago when horses got boring to her. But now that she lived all around them she wanted to get on one again. So she looked at Daisy who stood up looking face to face two blue eyes looking at the other two blue eyes as Trixie replied after about a minute or soo and replied, [Wanna take a ride girl?] She had had 6 years of riding and was a little rusty but the mare was too trained to even be bad so Trixie stood up the mare followed. Trixie laughed as the mare nudged her shoulder as they made their way in the barn. There was a bright pink saddle pad that Dan ALOS had boughten her. Dan was trying so hard to have Trixie like him and horses and seemed to work. A light smile was sent to Dan as she looked out the barn as he was chasing a small steer and roped it and hog tied to. Trixie softly brushed Daisy down and threw the saddle pad on and then the a light gaming saddled. Um... SHe forgot how to put a western saddle on so a near by stable hand helped her show her as she then took it out and did it herself and made sure she had it down. She was one of those people who made sure she knew shat she was doing before she actualy did it. After tighening twice she slowly found Daisy's western head stall having no idea. So the same stable hand helped her. Daisy was an AWSOME beginner horse and was very lazy and slow. A great western pleaseure horse. Not a very good cattle horse. But perfect for Trixie infact Dan had only boughten her about a week ago just for Trixie, Trixie walked her out and slowly stopped sliding a foot in the right stirrups and crawled up as the Daisy just stood waiting for the struggling pretty girl to get on. SHe promped her self on the saddle as she smilec to her self and told Daidy to walk and so they did they walked to the open field that led to the beginging fence that lead into the 100s and 100s of miles that lead into the free range where the free ranged cattle were.
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Post by wildthing on Jan 27, 2007 19:33:57 GMT -5
The gelding started out at an easy lope, Rebel running beside them. Matt needed no saddle, usually only used one when he was working. He leaned forward against the paint's warm neck and Tex's strides lengthened until they were a blur. Rebel couldn't keep up, so he loped along behind them, he knew they wouldn't race forever. Matt let out a wild Indian yell, one that would have done his ancestors proud. The praire flashed by on either side and the wind bit at his face. It was rides like these that he loved, wild, and free.
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Post by Carhartt on Jan 27, 2007 19:43:05 GMT -5
Daisy slowly began a nice collected trot as Trixie stayed on sitting good in the seat of the brand new saddle. She loved the feeling as herlong blonde hair blew in the wind having a blast. Then Trixie kicked Diay and kissed to her and she began a canter sending through the long open area. She yelled with joy but didn't sound like that. Then she kicked her harder and the mare took off fast. Not to fast but a mear bolt. Trixie had total controll and the 5-6 years of lessons was coming back, although only Dan knew she was experienced but the scene of them looked like Daisy was bolting and Trixie couldn't controll her. It looked as if she was going to fall but Trixie was going to. The Mare then kicked into 5th gear at an even faster speed over the fields grass as it looked again as the mare was being uncontrallable and the whoping and yelling of Trixie that was of joy sounded of scare if you were far away which Matt was and so was eveyone else.
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Post by wildthing on Jan 27, 2007 19:52:06 GMT -5
Matt didn't even realize he had company. Tex had quickly carried him away from the main ranch area and he wasn't slowing. The paint gelding was in a flat out gallop and Matt had dropped the reins. He'd made sure beforehand that they were short enough so that they wouldn't trip up the gelding. He spread his arms and closed his eyes, glorying in the wild speed and wind. It was the barking of Rebel that alerted him to something amiss. The wolf dog ran beside the paint mare, keeping several feet between them. He barked several times and then broke off from the mare towards the direction Matt had been riding in.
Matt reluctantly picked up the reins and slowed Tex, turning the mustang in the direction of Rebel's barking. The prairie was flat for miles and he could make out another horse and rider racing across the hard ground. The pink was unmistakeable and it looked like her sweet paint mare was running away with her. He swore under his breath and urged Tex back into a fast gallop on a collision course. As he got closer, he saw that it was indeed the city girl, but he also realized as he got closer that she was in control, though she looked unused to the saddle she was perched in. Muscles in his jaw flexed in irritation and slowed Tex. The gelding was sweaty from his two runs and Matt never pushed a horse too far, his mustang least of all.
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