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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 9, 2009 1:39:56 GMT -5
Colt dallied the line around the saddle horn. Dusty heaved a sigh and stood like a rock, braced to the ground incase any jolt from the stud would send him flying. Colt reached for the piece of rope that was tied to the back side of his saddle that stretched about 3 feet long. He hopped off of his saddle with caution and reached for the colt's restrained leg. He reached for the free one and wrapped the piece of rope around his heels, right above his hooves and took off his rope.
He walked to the horse's head and tied the rope around his head in a make-shift halter that would tighten with a tug instead of loosen. He re-dallied the end around the horn and tied it to the tree. He quickly untied the black's feet and jumped onto Dusty and returned the piece of rope to its designated place - ready for the horse to most likely bolt.
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Post by harley on Jul 9, 2009 15:13:20 GMT -5
The colt huffed, pinning his ears back as the human went for his head, he tried to bite at the man's hand, but missed by centimeters. as the man walked away, he stuggled to get up on his feet, finally getting up, lifting his tail and bolting away from the human, paying no attention to where the rope for his head was tied.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 9, 2009 17:04:19 GMT -5
Colt whipped his hand away, lucky the damned horse didn't take a few fingers with that bite. He shook his head when he was back in the saddle and the horse jolted. He held the slack around the horn and it held, Dusty braced and started backing up, tightening the grip on the horse's face with the rope.
Man, you can either go quietly or go and get hurt.
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Post by harley on Jul 9, 2009 17:44:16 GMT -5
The young colt slid to a stop before having to wheel around towards the pressure on his head. He followed the horse and rider, but not quietly. He shook his head, bucked and reared to get away from the pair, away for the filthy human, and away from the trader-the equine that called himself a horse. He snorted, sometimes charging at the `horse with his ears pinned, his mouth open to it's full extent.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 9, 2009 20:30:56 GMT -5
Dusty kicked at the charging stud, hoping to make a blow to his black chest. Chestnut scooted faster to the destination. Colt just held the rope and the reigns, the gelding knew his cue and knew what to do and how to handle the scenario. Dusty kept his tail pinned to his rump and pranced impatiently to the round pen, bracing himself for bites and kicks.
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Post by harley on Jul 10, 2009 15:12:30 GMT -5
The colt tired, walking sideways to keep a good eye on the horse and rider, his ears in different directons, his left to the horse and rider, his right back to where his newly claimed mare was waiting for his return. He whinnied out to her, his shrill voice echoing across the landscape like a yolderer in the Alps.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 10, 2009 20:01:22 GMT -5
Colt tugged on the stud as he whinnied. Dusty tucked his head to his chest, bracing himself, pulling the load of his own weight - or near that number. Colt was breaking a sweat in the humid atmosphere, his cowboy hat feeling tighter on his head. He shook his head and focused on dragging the stud back. He was still debating on whether or not he wanted to keep the damned horse, it was just a spur of the moment move to catch him. He could've just let him go, but he was never good with making quick decisions.
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Post by harley on Jul 10, 2009 22:12:28 GMT -5
The colt sidestepped along behind the horse and rider, up-tight, but no longer showing aggression, just curiosity. It would probally get the better of him someday, like today, and make his life change, for the best or worst, he wouldn't know until after the ordeal. Once he was in the roundpen, he would dash around the outside, showing speed and grace, but also stamina, as he would run like this for hours, sweating and at times almost falling over, but still running. He only stopped every few hours for an hour or so, before bolting off again, searching for a way out of the never-ending ring.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 11, 2009 1:46:58 GMT -5
They found a way into the round pen and he led the stud into the ring. He shut the gate behind him.. Dusty was drenched with sweat - Colt felt bad but accomplished at the same time.
While still in his saddle, he pulled himself closer to the jittery horse. In hopes of getting the rope off of his face before there were any severe burns. Colt whistled quietly, trying to concentrate on not getting hurt and not hurting the two horses that were before him..
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Post by harley on Jul 11, 2009 16:00:08 GMT -5
The young colt shook his head and backed up quickly when the human came 'round to the front of him. He backed up until he hit a fence panel with a loud 'thud', snorting, his eyes brimmed with the color of fear-white. Scared, put in the endless circle built by humans, his mare out there somewhere, waiting nievly for his return. The wild colt sighed heavily, as if to tell the human somthing along the lines of surrender, his ears priced forward, following his movements, his neck and girth drenched with sweat, from the heat, and from the fear that raced through his veins.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 11, 2009 18:40:25 GMT -5
Colt quickly released the rope from around the stud's head. Still debating on whether he wanted to keep or let him go. Once the rope was back in his own grasp, he looped it up and stuck it back around the saddle horn. He slowly backed Dusty up and walked to the gate, and exited. For now, he would give him water and some hay since he was probably unfamiliar with grain.
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Post by harley on Jul 11, 2009 20:50:01 GMT -5
After the human and horse were out of the pen, the stud lied down on the dirt and rolled, belly-up in the air, switching sides, dirtying his hides as a way to keep flies away. He shook, walking around the pen's fence-line, at times reaching his neck up to it's full extent to look over the slats at the barn, filled with happy ones of his own kind, happy with the humans. Though, this wouldn't enter the stud's mind until after he was used to humans, but he may only learn that one was faithful, that is, if the man kept him.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 12, 2009 12:24:41 GMT -5
Colt came back with a big bucket and some hay in it. Gus now following behind him, Dusty tied in the barn, resting. He heaved the large tub ovre the gate and sat it in the dirt as slowly as he could. He reached through the fence to remove the hay from the bucket for something to eat. He looked at the stallion periodically, making sure he wouldn't go bizerk on him again.
When he was done situating that, he retrieved the water hose and stuck it in the bucket to fill it with crisp water.
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Post by harley on Jul 12, 2009 13:54:23 GMT -5
The stud looked in the direction of the human, moving as far away from him as the pen allowed, which wasn't that far. He faced the human on the other side of the fence, one ear plastered against his head, the other facing straight up in his direction, listening to his movements, every once in a while turning his head so his chocolate brown eyes could watch the man.
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Post by S.LiNGSH0T on Jul 12, 2009 18:21:06 GMT -5
When the bucket was full of water, he grabbed the end of the hose and planted his finger across the spout to make it spray. He shot it at the ground around the bucket to calm some of the dust down for the moment.
There, so you ain't chokin' on dust.
He said as he retreated the hose through the gap in the gate. He dropped the hose behind him to run on the grass for a bit as he stared, studying the stud quietly.
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