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Post by Forte on Jun 23, 2010 11:51:12 GMT -5
"Steady, boy, steady," murmured Chris, as Rebel pranced at the end of the lead rope. Chris had taken a step back, but as soon at the horse calmed down hie came back closer, rubbing around the bases of the colt's ears quietly. He reckoned it would be best just to get Rebel tied to the manger and be on their way, so that the colt's time in the trailer could be as short as possible. Later, he would spend more time getting Rebel used to it, because like as not he would be moving stables in a couple weeks. A new stable had just opened up, and he meant to go inquire about getting a job as a stable hand or trainer, and of course his horses would go with him. "Alright, Rebel, we're going to go now." He tied the colt so that he would have something to brace against when the trailer moved, making sure that he could reach the hay net should he want to eat - although Chris doubted he would calm down enough to. With a final pat to Rebel's neck, he exited the front of the trailer and closed the back doors.
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Post by arzu on Jun 23, 2010 17:29:44 GMT -5
Ears flicked and then held still as he rubbed the base of them. Then he tied him up and slipped out, he could hear the truck start and then leave this horrible place, he leaned against the side of the trailer, riding out bumps and things, he saw the hay net and nibbled a little bit of it but he was growing sleepy, so he shut his eyes and slept the whole trailer ride when he awoke the trailer had stopped moving……
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Post by Forte on Jun 24, 2010 15:59:22 GMT -5
Chris climbed back down from the truck, they had reached Evergreen. Omaha, who was out in the pasture nearest the road because he never spooked at anything, had galloped over to the fence when her heard the truck coming, and whinnied when he saw Chris. "Howdy, pard'ner," Chris said cheerfully, giving the gelding a pat on the nose before walking around to the back of the trailer and opening the door. He would put Rebel in the round pen for now, and probably get him into the pasture when all of the other horses had gone in. "Alright, Rebel, we're here. I reckon you'd like to get out of there, huh?" He said, untying the horse and opening the back gate. He took a step back, prepared for the horse to back out quickly as most would after their first trailer ride.
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Post by arzu on Jun 24, 2010 17:10:56 GMT -5
When it had stopped it had already been to long of a wait, he whinnied and kicked at the trailer, he wanted out right now! he squealed and then the door was open, bobbing his crown as he was untied he hurriedly backed and threw in a half rear for good measures, he kicked out and threw his head. He pranced in place and whinnied again, tossing his head from side to side. He had been coped up to long, now he need to run!!
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Post by Forte on Jun 25, 2010 12:25:35 GMT -5
"We'll get that jig out of your heels soon enough," said Chris with a chuckle as Rebel pranced around on the lead line. He had been standing back as Rebel backed out and reared, but now he grabbed the end of the line again before the colt got it in his mind to bolt. On an impulse, Chris started to walk in the direction of an empty paddock rather the round pen, because he thought that Rebel would probably like to have a good run round in the grass. He opened the old gate wide and walked into the abandoned pasture. It was older than the ones the other horses were in and not even half as large, but it would do fine. Chris closed the gate and unhooked Rebel's halter, before himself walking over to a tree and sitting down beneath it's branches to watch the colt run around.
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Post by arzu on Jun 25, 2010 12:34:50 GMT -5
He continued to prance as he was lead to an old paddock but he did not care. He just wanted to go! he squealed as the entered and the gate was shut, his halter was slipped off and the man walked to go sit under a tree, he reared and took off. Running until he reached the end he turned sharply and headed back up, tossing his head and kicking his heels up, he just seemed to be a Dun blur as he went running by. Bi colored mane blowing in the wind. He skidded to a halt and trotted over to the man and touched his chest and then pranced away, stopping a short distance away looking at him, would he come play with him? He whickered and waited.
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Post by Forte on Jun 25, 2010 13:07:57 GMT -5
Chris watched as the horse galloped and bucked all around the pasture, smiling to himself. Oh, to be young and to feel the thrill of just running! So many horses lost that as they went along. He looked on as the horse came towards him, smiling in a friendly sort of way. Chris laughed so hard that tears formed in the corners of his eye, and he rolled over backwards in the grass when Rebel bumped his chest, before springing up from the ground. "You want to play? Well, alright then, but you asked for it!" He said, laughing. He ran towards the horse quickly, reaching out his arm to give him a firm tap on the rump. "You're it!" he said, still laughing as he sprinted off in the other direction. He didn't know if Rebel would actually understand the game, but it was worth a try.
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Post by arzu on Jun 25, 2010 13:24:02 GMT -5
The colt tilted his head but he thought he understood it. So he charged after the man and gave him a rough shove turning sharply to get away from him, now if he could keep standing after that shove that was any ones guess. Rebel reared and pawed the air, playfully saying come and get my I dare you too. He landed and squealed, trotting all the way to the end of the paddock waiting for the man to come and get him.
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Post by Forte on Jun 25, 2010 13:29:57 GMT -5
Chris heard the horse coming, and braced himself just before the muzzle hit him roughly. Nonetheless, he staggered and very nearly fell, but owing to his catlike sense of balance he stayed upright, although with a good deal of windmilling of the arms. "Not fair! You must be ten times my weight!" said Chris, who couldn't help but laugh, recovering his breath as he began to sneak towards the horse, crouched low in the grass and very silent. Even though he knew that he had very little chance of catching the colt if he didn't want to be caught.
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Post by arzu on Jun 30, 2010 9:16:39 GMT -5
Rebel threw up his head and reared, he could see the man and when he landed he took off the other way and then slipped and went down on his side he squealed and stood but his back leg hurt to much to put weight on it. He held it up in the air and let it dangle there, it looked lifeless. He snorted and lowered his crown, he wanted his owner to come and help him, he was scared now even more and so he shook. He tired to put his leg down but only brought it back up it caused him pain. He nickered and looked the way of the man, waiting for him to come.
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Post by Forte on Jun 30, 2010 10:13:55 GMT -5
Chris watched, slightly aghast, as the horse fell. "Oh no! Rebel!" he exclaimed, rather helplessly, rushing towards the horse and coming to his head. "Alright," he said, more calmly now, the initial shock having dulled. Chris was good in a crisis - he could remain level-headed and quiet more than anything, "easy now... I need to look at your leg. It might hurt a little bit..." He let his hand run across Rebel's back as he moved around to the injured leg, hanging at an odd angle in the air. Could it be broken? That was bad with horses, although no longer fatal, and, at the very least it was a back leg. Gingerly, Chris took the hoof in one hand and ran the other hand lightly along the length of the leg, feeling for any breaks. He couldn't tell, because he was just doing his best not to hurt the horse more. "Easy, Rebel, don't move, ok?"
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Post by arzu on Jun 30, 2010 10:42:57 GMT -5
The colt snorted as he reached him, but he stayed calm as he was feeling along his leg. It really hurt when he touched the lower half, close to his hoof. The cannon bone and tendons that were there, he threw his head up and let a call out that was distressed as he touched that area again. He nipped his back and then calmed when he spoke, when he was not speaking and taking the colts mind off the pain he got cranky in a quick hurry. He did not move a muscle just stood there, wanting to be able to put his leg down again and walk and even more so run, he wanted to be sound enough to have a job and not just a pasture horses who would be useless to keep around, he shook again and lowered his crown begin to doze off.
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Post by Forte on Jun 30, 2010 10:50:15 GMT -5
Chris knew by Rebel's reaction which part hurt, and he moved his hand down there, examining the fetlock and the heel just above the hoof. "That'll do, Rebel. You're a good horse, aren't you?" He said, looking up and seeing that the colt was dozing off. Amazing, that the little horse was so quick to trust him, and was even letting him touch the area at all. It seemed to be inflamed - probably Rebel had sprained it by taking a wrong step so quickly. "Alright, Rebel, I'm going to go get some ice, ok? I'll bring you back an apple. Just stay here and don't move, I'll be right back." So saying, he dashed off, climbing over the gate and jogging towards the barn. He was back in no time at all with an apple - cut in halves - and a gel pack that had been in the barn freezer for just this kind of situation. "Here you go..." he said, offering the apple to Rebel and moving to wrap the cold pack around the place where Rebel had injured himself.
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Post by arzu on Jun 30, 2010 11:01:22 GMT -5
Rebel just flicked his ear at his owners words, here him retreat he completely dozed off. Lower lip dropped as he fell into a deeper sleep and then… what was that delicious smell? The colt raised his head just as an apple was given to him, he snatched it and chomped on it, it was so good he wanted more! He turned his head and nosed around, looking for the rest, he could not have only brought one half out? Could he? He wanted the whole thing and nothing less! He squealed and it was not because it was suddenly cold, no it was because he wanted that damn apple!
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Post by Forte on Jun 30, 2010 11:18:09 GMT -5
Chris laughed at the colt's sudden show of spirit - he was far too smart to be cheated. "Now, now, I didn't want you to gobble the whole thing down like a fugitive. Here you are," he said, chuckling as he extended his hand with the rest of the apple. He affixed the cold pack to the colt's leg with a bit of rope so that it would stay put for fifteen minutes while he went back to the colt's head. "I think you'll be alright... Still, I'd better get you up to the vet in a bit so that he can make sure you didn't break anything. You're not going to be pleased when I have to get you back in the trailer, are you? Well, there's another apple in it for you."
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