Wild and Wired (Hymn)

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Kyle drove down the dirt road, stock trailer in tow, he was excited to have a new horse along with him, but he had a feeling that his nag of a mare would not be as pleased to have a god forsaken stallion in the same place as her. Kyle was grateful that his cousin had large pens instead of stalls in his barn. It was an old fashioned barn, so the stallion wouldn't freak out when Kyle finally managed to get him inside one of the pen. He drove up through the gates and backed the trailer in front of the barn, he got out of his truck and watched as his mare and came to inspect the trailer with a very sour intrest in whatever was in the trailer.

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Poor Rosco. He was stupefied. Somehow... somehow that danged human had gotten him in here! Over and over he went over the memory in his brain, but it was a blur. A massive blur of motion and sound. The young palomino was still trying to wrap his head around it. Suddenly the trailer came to a halt. Excitedly he jerked his head upward, neighing as loudly as possible. A tough tan dagger pawed the floor. Rosco hoped, hoped as hard as he ever had before, that he had lucked up. That the human was some worker that had been hired by his mother's owner to take him back home. But then he got a whiff of the air. It was hard for him to read his memory file on the smell of home, but he knew enough of it to tell that this place was not it. Sighing as if disappointed, he let his head droop... Ears flicked forward to hear approaching hoof steps. Neck stretched to afford him a better view. It was a mare! Light brown eyes brightened as he let out a shrill whistle to get her attention.

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Kyle walked into the barn and opened the gate to the first pen, hoping that the trailer could reach far enough, so that the horse would have a direct run into the pen. Kyle was crazy but not crazy enough to try and get a stallion off a trailer.

Karla eyed the stallion in the trailer with a sudden interest and she flicked her ears for a few moments and if trying to figure out who the strange new fellow was. She looked around and saw the older gelding, Cal, was no where to be found so she nickered back to the stallion, and then she turned and watched as Kyle opened the trailer gate of the stock trailer.

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Bright light flooded the dark trailer. Rosco jerked his attention from the pretty mare to this new development. A velvety muzzle stuck out first, delicate rosy pink nostrils flaring. Then he pulled his head back. A few minutes passed. Without warning he bolted out. The speedy conformation his mother's grand breeding promised was evident in every stride. How delicious it was to have a bit of freedom, not holed up in that little paddock! Making a sharp turn at the gate, he headed back towards Kyle. When Rosco was a few feet away he slowed enough so that he could safely do what he was planning to. Apron-faced skull darted forward to snatch the cowboy hat from atop his head. Winking to the cremello as he passed, the 15 hh Mustang mutt pranced into the middle of the pen. Waiting to see what the male would do.

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Kyle watched in awe as the mustang swiped his hat and pranced into the pen. He looked at the mustang in surprise for a few moments, but he wasn't going to tango with the stallion for his hat, not today he wasn't. "You win this time mustang" He said calmly as he closed the pen gate and locked it securely. He watched the stallion for a few more moments and then he closed the trailer gate and watched as his mare walked into the barn. "Oh alright" He said as he put the mare into the pen next to the stallion and then he went and retrieved his cousin's gelding and put him in the pen next to his mare. He believed it was right about time he fed the horses. He glanced at the stallion for a few more moments and then disappeared into the feed room.

The mare eyed the stallion again and then she walked to the other side of the pen and whinnied to Cal, Jason's brown 15 hand American Quarter Horse gelding. Karla herself, was the bigger of the bunch, being 16.2 hands tall, She glanced back over at the stallion and whinnied Hey! What is your name? My name's Karla, and this is Cal the mare said glancing at Cal. The brown gelding simply dipped his head to the stallion and peered over the pen.

Kyle came back with buckets of feed and filled each of the troughs for Karla and Cal with feed. He approached the pen the stallion was in and he thought about it for a moment. He then disappeared into the feed room again and returned with a large amount of hay and threw it over the pen gate. He then managed to empty the bucket of feed into the feed trough by the gate. "You happen to be a hat stealer huh" He said watching the stallion

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"You win this time mustang" A snort passed through his nostrils as, in awe, he watched him close the gate calmly. No hint of anger. No hint of a desire to jump over the fence and chase him. Frustratedly he stamped a foreleg. Curiously he turned to watch as Kyle went into the barn. That turned to excitement as the mare from before was placed into the pen next to him. Dropping the cowboy hat, the long-legged stud pranced as elegantly as he could to the right side of his pen. Hey! What is your name? My name's Karla, and this is Cal Rosco dipped his head in respect. "Pleasure to meet ya, Miss. The name's Rosco." The sound of numerous small things hitting metal caught his attention. Rosco turned to look. Kyle had dumped feed into the trough. "You happen to be a hat stealer huh" Rosco flicked his blonde banner. "Excuse me." he said, grinning, to Karla. He picked the hat back up and began trotting in a small circle, jerking his head every once in a while to make it look like he was just being an arse. 'Accidentally' he let the hat go flying when he was in front of Kyle, halfway hoping it would hit him.

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Kyle jumped back as the stallion threw his hat over the fence and the hat him in the head. He quickly picked up his hat, it wasn't a big deal, no it wasn't a big deal not at all. Kyle sighed as he put his hat back on his head, at least he got his hat back right? He didn't know what he would do with the stallion, he wanted to ride him, but he had a feeling that the stallion would throw him from here to the moon shortly thereafter, however he wanted to at least try to put a halter on the stallion, he disappeared into the tack room once more.

Karla turned her white body completely and watched the stallion's antics It is nice to meet you Rosco, although aren't you a bit too old to be prancing around like a newborn colt? she said sharply as she glanced at Cal eating his feed, not paying any attention to the previous event.

Kyle walked back out with a simple rope halter and he decided to close the barn door, just in case something happened and the stallion decided he liked the outside much better than the inside. Kyle, halter in hand, opened the pen gate and eased himself inside then pen, holding the gate shut with his other hand.

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Direct hit! Rosco tossed his head triumphantly, making a noise that seemed to be a horse's version of laughter. Maybe now his new master would try to do something. Then Rosco could finally show the damn species what happened when you mess with a stallion over one time too many. Sadly young Rosco was denied his wish. Kyle wasn't mad! Frustrated, Rosco grunted and turned around so that his rump was facing the gate. It is nice to meet you Rosco, although aren't you a bit too old to be prancing around like a newborn colt? Arched neck twisted to look at her as she spoke. Eyes narrowed, though not as much as they would have had it been a stallion who asked the question. "I'm not tryin' to prance, Miss Karla. I'm trying to irritate him, cause as much trouble as I can." he replied. "Oh... shit." The words were in response to Kyle entering the pen, rope halter in hand. Quickly he backed into a corner, ears pinned tightly down and the ivory ring of the sclera around his iris becoming visible.

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Kyle watched the actions of the stallion. He soon sighed when he realized that the stallion probably wasn't going to allow him to put the halter on him, at least not today anyway. He stared at the stallion for a few more moments, however Kyle was not going to leave that pen until the stallion had calmed down. He wasn't going to hurt the mustang cross, and he wanted the horse to see that. But Kyle wasn't sure if he was going to walk out of that pen or get kicked out of it.

Karla flicked her ears as she saw Rosco's actions towards her master. She stamped her hoof almost immedialtly as she glanced at Rosco Hey stop that! she said flattening her ears against her creamy long mane

Cal raised his head and looked over then pen at Rosco and Kyle, but the aged gelding said nothing and went back to eating his feed.

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Hey stop that! Eyes glanced at Karla. Giving a massive sigh, he let his ears go back to a normal position. Damn his love of mares... Rosco walked slowly to the feed trough, taking a few mouthfuls and chewing. It took a lot of effort for the young stud to ignore Kyle. After all the stench of testosterone was quite hard to ignore. When he noticed that he was still there, quietly he murmured, "Please leave. I don't like having mares pissed at me." It was obvious that the non-equine wouldn't understand. Rosco doubted that the meaning would even get through his thick skull.

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Kyle decided to give up on the stallion, at least for today. He watched as the stallion ate the feed he had poured into the trough and then he quietly left pen, making sure he closed and locked the gate correctly. He did not want the stallion getting out. He retreated to the tack room, not quite sure what he was looking for.

Karla snored moments thereafter and walked to the fence nearest the golden stallion. Thank you she said rather halfheartedly.

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Thank you Karla told him. Rosco glanced at her from the corner of his eye. "Well... I don't like mares bein' made at me. The fairer sex is much nicer in every species, even the humans." Warily the gilt equine glanced at his back legs. From his ankle to his hock the white of his stockings was marred by very deep scars and still-healing rope burns. It was the same on with his forelegs. The sales people had had to lightly sedate him in order to get a decent look at them and to medicate those that were fresh or healing. "Females don't sling ropes at you like charros do."

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Karla glanced at the stallion confused, and flicked her ears. She looked behind her when she realized that what Rosco had said had caught Cal's attention. The aged gelding nickered to the stallion Hey, young colt, did you say charros? Karla was surprised that Cal had finally spoken. The mare flicked her ears when she remembered that Cal didn't take a liking to stallions much nowadays. The mare snorted and looked back at Rosco What are charros? asked the mare innocently.


Kyle came out of the tack room and looked at the horses, he figured they were getting along well. He decided that he would try and work with the stallion once he moved his truck and trailer out of the way. He opened the barn doors and disappeared outside for a few moments. He would get on that stallion today, even if it killed him, wait, maybe not that harsh. He would rather break a leg or something then die by a horse.

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Hey, young colt, did you say charros? Rosco gasped in mock surprise. "He speaks!" He wasn't really sure how he felt towards the neutered members of his sex, but the fact that the gelding had remained quiet since the moment he had arrived irked the three year old. Still he nodded, apron face illuminated by a small shaft of light. What are charros? asked Karla. Muddy orbs switched their target from Cal to her. "Mexican cowboys." Tail switched irritably from side to side, the words bringing up memories of the Charreada. Most specifically his first night in the arena.

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The cremello mare stared at the golden stallion with interest, while Cal simply snorted and went back to eating his grain, he had lost interest in the newcomer again, except now he didn't want anything to do with the stallion, nothing at all. The cremello continued to stare at the stallion, she wanted to know where this golden horse came from.

Kyle returned into the barn and he went into the tack room and appeared again with the same rope halter, he would put that halter on the stallion, he would take no BS from the golden stallion and he wanted the stallion to know that. However, he was reluctant to try and put the halter on the new horse by force, but he also had a feeling that the stallion would not be nice about it and just let him put it on him either. Kyle approached the stallion's pen, he was serious this time.