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Post by jay on Jul 26, 2009 15:49:09 GMT -5
The young girl tucked her brown hair behind her ears. She sighed softly as her father parked the truck. He looked over at her with sympathy in his eyes. He reached over and squeezed her shoulder gently. She looked over at him and gave him a watery smile before getting out of the truck. They went back around to the trailer. The single occupant inside snorted and shifted uneasily, eager to be outside again. "Hold on, big boy, we're coming," the girl called softly as her father lowered the ramp. She quickly scurried up into the trailer and soon led out the 16hh gelding. She led him to the pen that they had been directed to and led the gelding inside. Unhooking the lead form his leather halter, she stepped out the gate, tears silently streaming down her face. The large bay snorted and half-reared before tearing off in a springy gallop around the enclosure. He felt good getting out of the trailer again and bucked a few times to show it. His coloring was unusual, with a dark bay overlay, splashed with a star, three socks, a stocking, and a few small, random white markings along his body. His bloodlines were mixed with Friesian, Pinto, and Warmblood heritage. Snorting once more, the gelding slowed to a walk. He dropped his head and began investigating the enclosure while the girl tacked a sign onto the fencepost by the gate. FOR SALE  DOKTER DOKTER! 7 y/o Friesian/Warmblood-Pinto gelding 'Doc' is a very talented boy with a taste for dressage and jumping. He also doesn't mind going for a nice hack along the trails. He has a very quiet nature. Best suited for an intermediate or advanced rider. Selling due to owner relocation. $7000 OBO |
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Post by philophobiaforever on Aug 13, 2009 17:55:10 GMT -5
Emma entered the auction barn,looking about the many horses. She figured to fit in you needed atleast one good horse around here. She sighed softly,she was never allowed to have a horse 'cause of her father. She did take many lessons though from her Uncle Michael,who let her pretty much take over his horse Spur though. She was a great rider,no one saw it though. Em promised herself she would get one though once she moved here though. That's when she saw him..
Emma looked upon the handsome gelding,green eyes bright. He was stunning and beautiful. She turned though hearing a cry. She saw the face of the crying girl who was taking up a sign of the dirty fence. "Hey there,sweetie. Why such the long face?" she asked softly. She kneeled down looking at her. |
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Post by jay on Aug 13, 2009 20:02:49 GMT -5
The girl watched as Doc bolted around the enclosure. She sighed softly. She didn't want to sell her boy. But, she knew that she couldn't take him to college with her and it was for the best that he go to someone else. The gelding snorted and came to shove his dirt-smeared nose against her cheek. Giving him a sad smile, the girl rubbed the dirt from her face as she heard someone come up behind her.
She frowned slightly at being called sweetie, but she knew better than to crank at a potential buyer. "Goodbyes are hard," she said evenly. "Doc and I have been a team for over 3 years now. But, I can't take him with me when I go to college in the fall, and I won't be back for a few years. So, we thought it best to find him a new home."
Hearing his name, Doc came to the fence again and snorted. He snuffled at the girl's hair, hoping to woo her into giving him a treat. |
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Post by philophobiaforever on Aug 15, 2009 8:49:23 GMT -5
Emma frowned as she heard the story. She knew she had to help the girl. Emma looked at the horse again,he looked good to her. He would be great on the trails and jumping. Em would talk great care of him.
She turned to the girl,who's face was dirty from the gelding. "What woukd you say if I offered to buy him from you?she asked softly. Emma rose from hers knees. " |
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Post by jay on Aug 15, 2009 18:01:36 GMT -5
The girl sighed softly. She was being talked down to, and she really didn't like it. She was old enough that her father was letting her handle the whole transaction since Doc was her horse. Scratching the geldings forehead gently, she shrugged. "That's sort of the point, isn't it? He needs to be sold before I go to college," she said, trying to keep the frustration from her voice. "How long have you been riding? Doc can be hotheaded at times. He's best suited for an intermediate or advanced rider."
She wasn't trying to discourage the woman, but she was getting sick of being spoken to like she was some little kid. |
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Post by philophobiaforever on Aug 16, 2009 8:16:41 GMT -5
Emma hinted the attitude in the young girl's voice. She might as well stop while she was ahead. Small cough was given as she stood up straighter,looking at her. When she asked of her riding experience she smiled. Since the day she was brought from the hospital she was put upon a horse.
"All my life."she replied. Green obtics studdied over the gelding and the girl. She did not want to see the two broken up but she was sure it was for the best. If she wanted when she returned she could see him if she wished. |
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Post by jay on Aug 18, 2009 21:44:17 GMT -5
The girl raised her eyebrows skeptically. Most people who said they'd been riding their whole lives generally weren't very good riders. They tended to have ridden in their own backyard and knew nothing about competition horses. Which Doc was. He loved to show off in the ring. He was not some backyard, occasional hack horse. She decided that she'd have to see this lady ride before she considered selling Doc to her.
"I see...." she said slowly. "Lessons or just backyard stuff on trail ponies? I mean, Doc needs a good solid rider whose used to competition horses. And someone who'll have time to continue his training and stuff." |
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Post by philophobiaforever on Aug 24, 2009 19:45:30 GMT -5
Emma looked at the pair again. Thinking of a way to get the girl to trust her. To let her know she could handle Doc,that she knew what she was doing. She thought back to all the riding experience she had. Em used to ride pro back in her younger days.
"I rode it all. From a trail horse to a jumper."she replied. Green obtics sparlked ass she thought back to the two horses she had. Rocket was a American Quarter Horse,her western. He was black as night except for the four perfect white stalkings. Her only stallion. Rocken and Emma had done everything from halter classes,barrel-racing,calf roping and just plain trails.
Memory was her horse she rode english,a dapple gray mare. She was used as her jumping horse and dressage. They were a great team. |
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Post by jay on Aug 26, 2009 21:25:29 GMT -5
The girl looked Emma over skeptically again. Then she turned and motioned to her father, who brought over Doc's tack. "I suppose you'll want to give him a test run then," she said shortly, taking the tack from her father and slinging it across the fence.
Doc came over and sniffed warily at the tack. He didn't understand why his tack was out. |
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Post by philophobiaforever on Aug 29, 2009 8:39:18 GMT -5
"I'll do whatever you ask of me ,anyway for me to show you I'll be a good owner for Doc."she said,looking at her. Emma glanced at the painted gelding and sighed softly. The girl was a hardass,she hoped he would not be the same. She knew all it took was a single mess up for her not to get the gelding. Em hoped that nothing like that would happen.
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Post by jay on Aug 30, 2009 17:31:34 GMT -5
Doc snorted, quickly becoming disinterested in his tack. After all, it was just sitting on the fence so he was clearly not expected to do anything. He shuffled away, nose to the sand searching for scraps of hay.
The girl motioned briefly to the gelding. "He's all yours," she said, "let's see what you've got." |
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Post by philophobiaforever on Sept 7, 2009 19:52:07 GMT -5
emma looked at the girl and then nodded. eyes looked over doc,she ran a hand down his painted side. she hoped this went well. it needed to go well. she first found a rope laying on the ground,she swiftly managed to make it into a halter with extra rope at the end,this would be the leadrope. "come on boy." she said softly. emma walked doc to the gate and then tied him there.
she then placed the saddle blanket onto the horse's back. she took a deep as she placed the saddle ontop of it,then secured everything and checked it. last thing she needed was to fall off. eyes wandered over the girl for a moment and then the stirrups,they should fit her,for they were about the same height.
emma walked towards doc's head and slowly removed the makesfift halter and placed the bt of the bridle into his mouth,slipping everything else over. |
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