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"Well, that's bronc riding summed up for you." He mused, pushing off the counter as he went to start gathering his things. |
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"True. But, I mean, at the time, I was the only girl, and they didn't really like me. Most of those runners were backyard breeders, or animal abusers, and they didn't like me." She shrugged, getting her keys. "You wanna bring Puma, even if you don't run her? Get the pretty girl out for a ride, let her get out a bit?" |
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"Well I can assure you, none of them will be doing that shit." He agreed firmly, slipping into his room before pulling his shirt off, taping his side and shoulder per usual. Marco then changed into a red button up and jeans, slipping his belt on before slipping a red feather into the band of his black Stetson, setting his atop his head. The man then carried on grabbing his things; spurs, vest, and a pair of black chaps with red threading. Afterwards he walked out, chaps slung over his shoulder and vest hooked on his forearm. "I mean, might as well, get her reintroduced to it." |
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"I can bring one of my non-riding horses, so she has a companion. I have retired horses from rodeos, that I just keep in the pasture. We can just walk 'em around." She shrugged. "Give her company, unless you planned on riding her." |
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"Probably just going to run her into the warm up, let her get used to being completely swarmed by horses again, and walk her down the alley beforehand so she isn't scared of them." He explained, grabbing his boots from the door before strapping on his spurs, slipping them onto his feet. |
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"That's great. I am bringing their feed, water, tack, and grooming stuff. I don't know her feed mixture, her diet, her temperament, or grooming ritual, so she's all yours." She stated. "I wanted to give her pets and treats, but she's your mare, so I don't touch." |
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"Yeah, she's never been a big fan of new people handling her." He mused with a chuckle, slipping out the door to mix up her feed. |
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"Well, she keeps nosing me, and coming up to me. I just feel bad, if I see her, because I wanna pet her, or give her treats, but I can't, because I don't have your permission, and I don't know what things she can, or can't, eat." She stated. |
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"Oh, huh, okay. Guess it wasn't just me who knew there was something about you. I'll get a thing made with her feed, if you want." He noted, slipping out into the barn before grabbing her grain, scooping it into a bag. |
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"It's up to you. She's your horse, I won't touch, or do anything, without your permission." She stated, leading out a pretty Paint stallion, a black medicine hat patterned stud, that stood at 17.3 hands. |
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