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Date Posted: 02:56:07 02/05/03 Wed
Author: Erica
Subject: I'm.. home.

As she enters the barn and looks around that same old sense of a haunted house comes back to her. She hesitates in the door, blinking hurriedly as if holding back tears. She scans their row of horses, each of them probably out of shape and fat by now. She'd completely disconnected herself from the Thoroughbreds and simply hired other people to do the work for her. She was told that Angel'd had a little filly, and she'd even been told Silky had been developing arthritis in her hocks and had had to be injected more than once - and yet she still didn't come. But she was here now. And as she looked over at the familiar features of Gold, Angel, Mind, Hero.. tears started rolling. Just the fact that Ross'd never be here broke her heart, just the fact that he'd never be able to see Angel's baby killed her. She hurriedly wipes her eyes and strides to a palomino gelding, her tone slightly hoarse, "You can ride Dusty.. He was my.. umm.. brother's first horse - a dream." She swallows and leads him out and into cross-ties, assembling his brushes and letting Owen get him ready as she leads out Gold. Her tone croons to him almost uncertainly, but the big gold stud simply bumps his nose to her chest before resting his chin on his shoulder, loving her to the last. She put on a brave smile before she leads him out and begins to brush him hurriedly as if not able to wait to get out of there.

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