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Date Posted: Tue, Nov 22 2005, 12:29am PST
Author: Josh
Subject: He glanced over at the girl walking the highspirited gelding, pausing by the fence, one boot crossed over the other as he watched the people go by, his eyes occasionally turning back to her. She was pretty enough but really he was more intrested in the horse then anything else. Made him sad sometimes, seeing the animals wasted in his mind for this kind of showing. The power of a horse shouldn't be contained to dance moves and pretty manes...
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  • (She paused, laying a gentling hand on the gelding's shoulder as he jigged in place, the pair of them worked in a unison that was unrivaled- had been that way ever since she had rescued him and nursed him and begged her father to buy him for her... he had gotten loose from a neighboring farm and she had found him underweight and ill on their property.. the rest was history. She tied the end of the lead to a ring on the side of a shiny trailer, turning to lay the saddle over the tack box on the ground nearby. The gelding turned his head and nipped at her side and she laughed, pushing at his head affectionately. She was in the middle of brushing out his long silken tail when she felt eyes and looked over, seeing the man by the fence and smiling a little bit, holding his gaze just because she could.) (NT) -- Brooklyn, Tue, Nov 22 2005, 12:34am PST
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