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"No, I think i'll stay. Told Dean i'd help with a few things on his house," He explained, zoning back in. |
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"Alright." She nodded. "You know where everything is, so help yourself." |
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Marco nodded, turning to head back inside, one of the dogs trailing close behind him. He was stressed and nervous, of course, from telling Liliana, from telling her, one of the few people he trusted with his life about his past. The man made it inside the house, heading up to his room and shutting everything out, getting lost in thought rather quickly. |
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Liliana, meanwhile, stood outside. She hadn't been completely honest as to why she was going to an auction all of a sudden, and watched her horses in the fields. |
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Marco started overthinking everything, starting to pace as he rialed himself up in thought. He shut his door just incase, sitting on the edge of the bed and bobbing his knee with his head in his hands, stressing over everything. |
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A few hours later, Liliana returned with four new horses, one of which, a dark bay Thoroughbred 3 year old mare, had a broken leg. She led out the crippled mare first, being gentle with her. |
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Marco was still up in his room, still zoned out into space when she arrived. He heard the sound of wheels on gravel but didn't entirely hear it, still overthinking. |
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Soon, she had her four new horses in their own pen, letting them adjust. "There you go, babies." She stated. |
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Dean called and informed Marco about a few cows gone missing, him agreeing to go and slipping his boots on in a hurry. He pulled his jeans over them before heading out to his truck and into the toolbox, pulling out a few short coiled ropes and starting the truck before heading out. Eventually Marco made it to Dean's and they sprinted out to the pasture they were in, roping them and bringing them back to the rest of the herd before Marco headed back to Liliana's, tossing the ropes in the back before walking back into the house. |
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She was out walking one of her new horses, a fiery red chestnut stallion, with three socks, and a stripe. |
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