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Abby's knuckles were all healed up. She packed her suitcase with a smile. "Ready or not here we come!" She said with a giggle as she hugged Ryker
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Ryker finished packing his own suitcase, which wasn't even a suitcase- it was a backpack, and everything he needed for however long they were going fit perfectly. Okay, all of his belongings could probably fit in the backpack, soooo. "I see you're ready and excited." He commented with a smile, looking out to where a truck just pulled up. "Aaaaand Martin is here so we can go whenever."
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"One last ride before we go" Abby rushed out of the house, gave Martin a quick hug before grabbing Suns halter and walking her out of her stall. "My beautiful baby girl" she said as she stroked her face. "Oh how I love you" she said as she gave her a thorough brush down and put her tack on. She mounted within ten minutes of pulling her from her stall. "I'm ready! Are you ready?" Abby leaned down and pet her mates ears. "You are such a good girl"
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Martin looked at least surprised, which was EXTREMELY hard to do- he didn't get surprised by ANYTHING. When Ryker had told Martin he was getting married, no surprise. When he had broken his back and told Martin, no surprise. When he had said he was moving, no surprise. The guy was like a steel brained robot. But maybe getting hugged by a girl he'd only met once did the trick. Martin glanced at Abby as she ran off before looking back at Ryker. "She has WAY more energy than you. You're like a sloth with its limbs chopped off compared." Martin said cheerfully. Ryker rolled his eyes. "Thanks. That helps my self esteem. I'd better get moving. Thanks for watching the horses." He said, starting to walk away. - "Heeey Ry, I heard you got another horse. Mind if I go on the ride with you? You can spend a couple minutes with your old man if you're leaving for more than a week with Abby." Martin laughed. - Ryker nodded. "Do you want to ride Frynn or Serpant? The mare is more energetic. I know you like that." He grinned, walking to the barn. - "Frynn here I come." Martin went and grabbed the halter on the fence, slipping it on the mare's head with all the gentleness in the world. Frynn seemed to immediately like him, and followed happily towards the barn, where Martin proceeded to give her a thorough brush down. - Ryker went and got Serpant as well, brushing and tacking up the stallion before mounting. "Yep. We're both ready."
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"Yay ok!" She said, nudging Sun into a walk. She had ping strides, her head bobbing as she walked. After a few minutes in the lush grass, she turned her to the mock barrel pattern she had out in the open field. "Let's go girl!" She said after she warmed Sun up. She galloped to the first barrel, sitting deep in the saddle and leaning forward toward the next barrel. She repeated that move two more times before darting back to the others. "I'm back" she breathed.
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Ryker had Serpant walk the normal pace... a little slower than a snail. He watched Abby do the round in the arena. "That looked really nice. Sun hasn't lost anything." He smiled, slowly turning his gaze to Martin as the man and the horse trotted off. - "It has been 7 long years since I've done that barrel pattern. See ya." Martin snorted, urging Frynn into a canter which quickly escalated to a gallop. The shorter, lean, light man knew how to ride. They whipped around the first barrel, with Frynn obviously enjoying herself. Turned the second, dashed to the third, and came home with Martin having wind whipped hair and a wide grin. "Just like I remember! This horse of yours Ry, she's a nice one. Great potential." He said cheerfully, bringing Frynn to a stop.
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"Sun is going so good! I wonder if I can race her when we get back" she was lost in thought until Martin raced back. "That looked amazing Martin!" She smiled at him before urging Sun into a trot around the perimeter of the field
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Ryker nodded. "I'm sure you can. She'd love it." He said, snorting as Martin raced off. That man always lived for the thrill. He followed Abby, actually getting Serpant to Trot (le gasp) - Martin grinned before following both of them, looking mighty relaxed. This was nice- and he got the privilege of taking care of these beautiful horses for quite a while.
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Sun tossed her head, asking for more rein. Abby held her so she couldn't run. "No girl. Don't need you tired the day before I leave" she said, giving the mare a pat.
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Ryker stroked Serpant's neck softly, thinking about the upcoming days. They would have to leave soon, but he was enjoying this last amount of time spent with the horses. (How long will they be gone?)
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