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Post by harley on Jul 1, 2009 14:31:20 GMT -5
Pinto American Mustang colt galloped towards a small farm, picking up speed as he went down the few gentle hills. He slowed to a stop at a large fence. What was this? He'd never seen it before, would it eat him, or would it lead him to his quest-new mares? He snorted, shaking his head and neck, keeping his head high, above his withers, listening to the sounds of the farm.
Brown and white hide stood out greatly against the yellow grasses and green trees, his black mane and tail swishing, coat was dusty, and he had few small conformation faults. Large, brown expressive eyes scanned the horizon, barns, houses, animals; nothing exciting. His eyes weren't to close together, nor to far away, and brown in color.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 1, 2009 22:05:32 GMT -5
Colt was feeding horses, Gus (click) by his side - as usual. He turned when the blue tick hound raced off, out of the barn. He looked through a stall window and spotted an unusual horse about the place. He watched a little til Sarg (click) was nudging the bucket of feed. He poured the grain in and turned his attention back to the paint horse.
He whistled out to Gus but the dog was racing to the fence til he met the hotwire that ran at the bottom of the boards. The dog was pretty much yelping, just like a hound dog. He was just protecting his turf, but at a safe distance - unvoluntarily.
Colt finished feeding by throwing one bat of hay in the hay rack above the horses' heads and turning the lights out in the feed room. He walked out of the barn's breeze way and was watching the horse. He'd have a little trouble getting into the pen by jumping considering the height of the fence and, not to mention, the hotwire that was also running around the top board of the fencing for such reasons.
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Post by harley on Jul 1, 2009 22:43:27 GMT -5
The stud snorted, hearing the odd noise of the four-legged companion that was oh-so-faithful to the rat-like humans. He struck the ground with a strong leg, tearing up grasses. He trotted down the fence line, touching his nose to the white mesh known as hotwire to humans, feeling a strong, pulsating energy run through his body. He jumped to the side, snorted and shaking his head, and his now throbbing nose. He galloped back down the fence, bucking and snorting, making a commotion. If it wasn't for thses blasted humans claiming the wild horses' land, there would be more grazing land, and less wild horses dying of starvation, and competing for food with domestic horses turned out to pasture.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 1, 2009 23:00:42 GMT -5
Colt watched in amusement as the high-strung horse was wailing back and forth amongst the fence line. About ten minutes had passed by since the horse had been spotted and his little performance had begun. Gus had given up on barking. There was no point in making more noise if he couldn't get close, so, he also observed. The dog still stood at attention at the fence line.
Colt was almost surprised the horses weren't skipping out on eating in order to be nosy about the whole ordeal. That would be his own, they would be right along with the unknown paint - fighting or playing. It was still hard to tell whether the horse was angry or just dumbfounded by the electric shock. Most animals came into contact and would split quick. But this one stayed around - very odd.
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Post by harley on Jul 1, 2009 23:14:15 GMT -5
The stud snorted again, making a quick turn on the forehand, his butt tucked underneath him as he switched directions. Head raised and feet kicking up dust, he looked almost magestic to one's eyes. He held his tail up highly, ears pricked forwards. He stopped and raised his head to the sky, letting out a shrill whinny that could be heard over thunder. The smell of the place intruged him...almost something familiar. He'd always been wild, but what about this place reminded him of his foal-dom.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 2, 2009 9:39:24 GMT -5
Colt still watched, but now he was leaned against the wall of his barn. He was debating on just roping the damned horse, even though that could just be a big chaotic mess and well, he couldn't afford to manage any repairs on the ranch right now.
Gus whined as the horse called out. He sounded as if he was just begging to come untrained on that horse. That dog, that dog would get put in chek quicker than anything. Colt 'shh'ed him because the whole whining deal would happen to be why he hadn't made up his mind on a girl and, qutie frankly, he doesn't need a dog that does also.
Dusty (click) finally came out of his stall and into the paddock to see what all the fuss was about. Like he hadn't missed the past 15 minutes or so of all this mess. He whinnied at the dancing horse, throwing his head to the thought of somebody new.
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Post by harley on Jul 2, 2009 14:57:50 GMT -5
The pinto stud whinnied again, galloping down the fence line, this time bucking, snorting with each step. He tossed his head, aggitated with the large fence stopping him from stealing any mares that may be on the property.
OOC://Sorry it's so short D:\\
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 2, 2009 17:37:20 GMT -5
Colt whistled at Dusty and the horse was stomping around the fence along with the other horse on the opposite side. He could tell now that Dusty was being territorial. He was snorting and pawing and evidently it was his own kind of warning - Colt didn't really know.
Indy (click) came trotting out of her stall after she finished eating. She belted a shrill whinny to the stallion. She went to the fence, but her short frame only allowed her head to be over the fencing. She sprung her head and her tail waved around in the air.
Colt sighed, this was ridiculous to him. He got into the paddock and went to Sarg's stall and shut the door, then to Cowboy's and did the same. He whistled to Dusty and the horse was quick to turn his attention to Colt. He grabbed him by his halter and then Indy followed, being the typical nosy mare she was. Colt just put both of them into Dusty's stall - since it was closer - and walked through and drug Dusty with him.
After a few minutes, the gelding was brushed down and tacked up, accesorized with a rope hanging on the thick tree of the saddle. Colt mounted and went out of the opposite side of the barn. He shut the barn door incase things went wrong and opened the gate to the round pen. He rode Dusty calmly to the gate that separated the stud from the rest of the place and went through, shutting it again. After doing so, he tossed his rope and made himself a loop and was swinging it, trying to get the feel of the rope before heading over to him.
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Post by harley on Jul 2, 2009 19:06:14 GMT -5
The stud colt snorted again, trotting up the line, and then making another quick turn, and headed off in the other direction, quick-stepping, his ears set off to the side, listening. He noticed something ontop of a fellow horse, and by the smell of it, it was the human that had been in the barn before. This stud would be a difficult one to catch, but if his attention was somewhere else, it would be much easier. The cowboy better have a fast horse, for this colt had lived his life on the plains, and had gotten enough endurance so he could be galloping all day, with a couple breaks, of course.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 2, 2009 23:15:10 GMT -5
Colt felt this to be nothing but a game. He liked the taste of competition, ever since he was a young'n. He smirked and stuck Dusty in the sides with his spurs and the chestnut quarter horse bolted after the paint. He rolled the rope in his hand, with a twist of his wrist the rope was in full swing above his head as he was gaining on the stud horse.
Only reason he decided to take Dusty on the run was because he would be his fastest horse if he had to name one. The horse was tight under the girth but was lunging after the other with long strides, slowly creeping up. Colt was getting anxious in the saddle while he was spinning the rope in his hand. He was trying to remember "thumbs up" when he dallied so he wouldn't pop a thumb off in the whole process..
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Post by harley on Jul 2, 2009 23:48:39 GMT -5
The pinto glanced back, noticing the horse and human galloping after him. He elongated his stride, throwing his head down and gaining speed. Though, it wasn't long until the two were right on his heels. He lowered his head even more and picked up more speed, but still, the two were right after him.
Looks like the fastest game in the valley was to be caught, but there could be a turn for the better, or worse, depending on your view. The colt could speed up even more, and leave the two in the dust, or he could be cornered and captured, like a scared foal in the BLM round-ups by helicopter.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 5, 2009 19:35:44 GMT -5
Colt pressed the square-toes of his boots to the stirrups, relieving the weight off of Dusty's back from being direct. He raked the gelding's sides again as the paint ducked and switched gears. Dusty was right at his heels after Colt gave him just about all the slack to run comfortably..
He was trying to debate on the options, rope the heels or the head. If he roped the heels, there would be no fight except when he wanted to get him back. If he roped the head, there was still not much of a fight, but the risk of choking the horse - something Colt really didn't want to do. Either way, he had to decide quick because the property line was drawing near, and there was a high game fence standing in the way of the sprint.. about 12 feet high to block out outside deer and whatever else could jump or anything.
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Post by harley on Jul 8, 2009 15:20:43 GMT -5
The stud bucked, trying to strike the human and horse, staying at a steady, but quick speed, but the whole time, the horse and rider never fell back off his tail. He made a tight turn to the left, bucking again, this time higher in the air, a perfect shot for the cowboy...
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 8, 2009 21:37:04 GMT -5
Colt ignored the strikes from the stud's hind end. He watched and held on as Dusty crow-hopped a bit to avoid blows. The last blow hit Colt in the leg, he grinded his teeth in pain, it was more of a cut or gash rather than a break. He wasn't focused on the gash now, but it was time to let loose of the rope.
He had to get it back in swing, when the horse struck him, it all came out of wack. Once it was all back in swing, Dusty turned hard to the left as they arrived to the fence and barely missed running into it. Colt was breaking a sweat but lunged the rope towards the horse's heels, ready to trap the feet if things went well...
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Post by harley on Jul 8, 2009 23:50:20 GMT -5
The colt was caught by the rope before he could touch the ground and regain his balance. As he came down, he lost his balance and fell. He fell for what seemed like forever to the young colt. One hind foot held behind him by the human's rope. He breathed heavily, trying to stand and dash away from the human and horse, but his attemps led him nowhere.
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