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Date Posted: Friday, September 03, 07:59:43pm
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Nikita507
's message, "Writer's Block 393+" on Friday, September 03, 03:32:46pm
Oak closed his cell phone and stopped himself from throwing it into the woods. All he wanted to do was to get a message back from Hunter that he had arrived in Toronto and things were well. Oak hadn’t received that and he was worried.
Plus he read that Hunter was starring opposite Rich Chester who had always been open with being a homosexual and the story was supposed to be a love story.
He turned towards the stable and felt anger surge over him as he saw a raven haired woman on top of Ladybird in the riding ring. He ran towards the fence. “You have to get all of that horse now!”
The woman expertly pulled Ladybird along side of the fence and she tossed her head to the side. “And who just do you think you are, tirón?”
“My name is not Tiron. It’s Oak and I keep the stables here. Who the hell do you think you are?” Oak hissed back as she laughed and jumped off of Ladybird without much effort. “Tirón means jerk in Spanish.”
Oak froze as he tilted his head to the side. “You are Carla Munoz.”
“Usted puede ser más listo que un niño de quinto grado,” Carla laughed and Oak narrowed his eyes again. “Mostly in Pennsylvania we speak English.”
Carla was petite, but she easily hopped to the top of the fence and dropped down in front of Oak. “You may be smarter than a fifth grader.”
Oak clenched his teeth. He reached out and took the reins out of Carla’s hands. “You may be running the stable for the girls. But you aren’t to ride this horse. It’s Nikita’s.”
Carla jerked her head back and chuckled. “If you haven’t seen the roaster of campers, you should. We don’t have enough horses so I have to ride this one. Along with the male over there.”
“No one but Michael rides Nixon.”
“That would explain why both of these horses are itching to get out. How long have they gone without their riders around?” Carla reached over and took the reins out of Oak’s hands again.
“They are special to Michael and Nikita,” Oak declared and Carla rolled her eyes. “I don’t think they will matter much to the newlyweds for a while. Probably won’t miss them this summer.”
“I won’t allow you to do this,” Oak huffed as he stood there. Carla shrugged her shoulders and turned away from him. “You aren’t in charge here.”
“You may run the program, but I’m taking care of the horses… so they are just too ill to be ridden by campers,” Oak declared. Carla sighed and turned around. “Look… seriously, I didn’t know that this one was so special and from what I hear… Nikita is going to be trying to get pregnant… so she isn’t going to be riding.”
“Let Nikita make that decision,” Oak crossed his arms in front of his chest. He didn’t like this woman and this was going to be bad.
“Should I call Disneyland Paris? Oh wait… I think I have to call the Great Wall of China… but then, maybe I have to call the CNN Tower in Toronto after calling Big Ben in London,” Carla retorted as she shook her head back and forth. She then looked at Oak and sighed. “Ok… I won’t ride either of these horses as long as Michael and Nikita come back before camp starts. But if they aren’t back before that first session, I’m going to have to ride this one. And I think I like Ladybird over Nixon.”
Oak tossed his hands in the air and turned away.
“I also want to talk to you about the feed schedule… and I think I want to do some more ring work with the girls this summer so I need some repairs to the riding ring,” Carla called out with what sounded like laughter in her voice. Oak trudged away and tried to calm down, but things weren’t going right so far.
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