<font color=indianred>(She had pulled herself together a little bit on the walk back to the barn and nodded when he figured out it was the hay. When he left though, she stood watching him leave, then eyed the hay bale.. he had helped her so much that day that moving a haybale seemed like a pretty easy thing to do to pay him back.. so she grabbed one of the tie strings and dragged it down the hall, leaving a little trail of hay stalks and dust in the air. When she rounded the corner to the compost area she gave up dragging and lugged the bale the rest of the way and heaved it up onto the pile. When she returned to where he was watching Destin munch his fresh hay she looked like she had been attacked by the hay.. with dust covering her boots and jodpurs, leaves and particles clinging to her sillky camisole and a few stalks stuck in her braid. She crossed her arms and eyed him.) I hope he appreciates what I do for him. (She said as she looked over the stall door at her baby.)</font> -- RD Future: RDUniversity

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Date Posted: Mon, Dec 12 2005, 10:54pm PST
Author: Brooklyn
Subject: (She had pulled herself together a little bit on the walk back to the barn and nodded when he figured out it was the hay. When he left though, she stood watching him leave, then eyed the hay bale.. he had helped her so much that day that moving a haybale seemed like a pretty easy thing to do to pay him back.. so she grabbed one of the tie strings and dragged it down the hall, leaving a little trail of hay stalks and dust in the air. When she rounded the corner to the compost area she gave up dragging and lugged the bale the rest of the way and heaved it up onto the pile. When she returned to where he was watching Destin munch his fresh hay she looked like she had been attacked by the hay.. with dust covering her boots and jodpurs, leaves and particles clinging to her sillky camisole and a few stalks stuck in her braid. She crossed her arms and eyed him.) I hope he appreciates what I do for him. (She said as she looked over the stall door at her baby.)
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He laughed softly at her apperance, shaking his head as he looked her over. Sometimes he forgot that the girls here weren't like the girls back where he had used to live, those girls could toss around a bale of hay and look good doing it too - these girls were a little more fragile. He stepped forward, pulling one piece of hair out of her hair and dropping it to the ground. "I got some blankets and a cot over by my stall...want me to go get it so you can get a little bit of rest? I can take first watch with 'im." (NT) -- Josh, Mon, Dec 12 2005, 11:04pm PST

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