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"Hey," Marco greeted warmly, walking up to her. "Alright," |
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"So, this is my cattle area, I keep, at most, twenty calves. My goat pen, and this barn holds all sixteen of my horses. The dogs are in the house." She stated. "I got four hundred acres of field, and some woods." |
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Marco widened his eyes when she said four hundred acres, whistling when she said so. "Four hundred is nuts, must've been expensive." |
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"Not really, honestly. With all the rodeo winnings, plus my jobs, it's easy to pay it off, but since I own it, nothin' nobody can do." She stated. "C'mon, I'll show you the horses, gotta feed 'em anyways. You don't have to touch them, I won't make you." |
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"Yeah true," Marco agreed, gaze flicking over the land. When she said he didn't have to touch the horses he chuckled, thinkng back to when he was beating Blane's ass. "So Dean did tell you, good to know because now I don't have to explain it myself." |
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"It's your business, I won't push, and I won't tell anyone." She assured, sliding the barn doors open. Inside, there were all sixteen horses in their stalls, whinnying, snorting, and neighing. |
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"If you do that then I won't hold anything against you," Marco mused, following her inside the barn. He was little freaked out but only barely, as it wasn't really this that scared him. |
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She got out each feed bucket, and filled them all, placing them back into the stalls. "Ma'am, get your ass back in here." She scolded, haltering one of her Thoroughbred mares, a deep, fiery chestnut one. |
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Marco was watching her as she went, leaning on the frame of the barn, a soft smile on his face as the last of the suns rays peeked inside. She was gorgeous, really, and the light just added more to the effect. He chuckled lightly when the mare got out. |
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"I hate chestnut mares at times. So spicy and temperamental." She stated. "Oh, this little hooligan is Sundance Sky, granddaughter to Secretariat." |
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Steady Rain all Day
