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Post by arzu on Jun 30, 2010 11:26:24 GMT -5
He snorted and was handed the apple which he quickly snatched and eat in maybe two bits? Then he assumed his owner was taking about that metal box of death again, great. But hmm maybe he would get another apple if he went into it and behaved like a good horse? That was always a thought in the back of his mind, food it was a wonderful thing in his book. He wondered who they were going to see that he had to be put into the box of death, if it was the vet well he did not mind, it was probably a good thing. Seeing he could get a full check up and shots and things the BLM did not give him. He shook his head, forelock falling over his eyes as he waited.
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Post by Forte on Jun 30, 2010 19:00:33 GMT -5
"Alright, the trailer's not far away..." said Chris quietly, slipping the halter back onto Rebel's face quickly and smoothly, so as not to spook him. He didn't know if Rebel was really used to being haltered, but he figured that the colt was hurting so badly that he wasn't going to put up much of a fight. "Come on, now. Easy does it... no need to rush." Chris began to walk slowly towards the trailer, one hand on Rebel's shoulder. It wouldn't do much to steady or support the colt, but maybe the touch would encourage him to go one. Hopefully the ice pack - still secure around Rebel's lower leg - would do something to ease the pain. Nonetheless, it was unlikely that Rebel would be able to go at any speed or without limping. Chris reflected that he would probably have to set up a trailer ramp, which he had but did not like.
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Post by arzu on Jul 1, 2010 12:52:00 GMT -5
Rebel was haltered and then limped behind his owner, his touch on his shoulder was enough to make him go and keep going. They soon reached the trailer, which would mean that jump again. The colt put his front half in and teetered on a bad leg but he managed to get his hind end in with out hurting it more. He went back to holding the leg up, not wanting to set it down again. It hurt to much he just wanted to get to the vet and get this over with, so that maybe the pain would stop and he could use his leg again. Head lowered, ears tipped forward as he began to doze again waiting for the ride to begin.
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Post by Forte on Jul 2, 2010 9:01:06 GMT -5
When they got to the vet's office Chris hopped out of the car and ran inside to explain things to the vet hastily before going around to the back of the trailer to fetch Rebel, taking the extra apple that he had stashed in his car. He stayed with Rebel as the vet looked him over and took him back to the holding stalls, explaining that he needed an x-ray and would have to stay overnight at least. Chris, worried but slightly appeased, stayed until he was sure that Rebel was going to be alright overnight, and then went back. After all, he had to take care of Omaha.
---time lapse
Two weeks later, Chris got up early to go out to the pasture where Omaha and Rebel were. At night, when the other horses were indoors, they had the run of the paddock, because Omaha wasn't used to sleeping in a stall and Chris wasn't sure how Rebel would react. Rebel's injury should be healed enough now, Chris thought - it had been a minor sprain, probably somewhat due to stress. "Rebel, Omaha!" he called out across the pasture, looking for the horses in the distance.
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Post by arzu on Jul 2, 2010 9:28:28 GMT -5
It had been two weeks sense his injury and now he was feeling so much better! He flicked his banner across his flanks, being allowed to stay out in the paddock at night was fun and he enjoyed it a lot better then the stall. He was grazing contently, when he herd a call his head shot up and he galloped to his owner. He was starting to become a pudgy little thing, he was always eating. How could he not when there was a twenty four hour buffet in front of him. Rebel nudged him, do something with me! He was almost bagging him to work with him, he squealed! And paced the fence line, waiting.
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Post by Forte on Jul 2, 2010 11:03:07 GMT -5
Chris laughed as Rebel came up at a high gallop, more out of happiness that he was doing better than anything else. The little horse was sure putting on weight... Chris would have to do something about that. Rebel was not old enough for any sort of rough riding yet, nor anything that required endurance, but he could probably take short rides. He was a strong little colt like all mustangs all, which was part of the reason his recovery had been so quick and complete. "Alright then, Rebel. You want to try something new today, huh? I don't know if you'll like this so much." He grinned, rubbing the horse on the face kindly. Actually, he already had his old hackamore and saddle hung up in the round pen. He took down Rebel's halter and slipped in on his face before opening the gate. "Come on, let's go." He said, grinning.
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Post by arzu on Jul 2, 2010 11:15:38 GMT -5
He squealed as his halter was placed on his face and he was lead out. He pranced eagerly behind him, wondering were they were going? Even what they were going to be doing? He snorted as they reached the round pen, checking it out and the saddle and hackamore that were hanging up before deeming it safe and waiting for his owner to lead him in, so they could begin the work, the colt was a lot different when his owners showed him that they could be nice and not hurt him, he trusted them more to do things even braking him so he could be ridden. He propped a hoof and waited
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Post by Forte on Jul 7, 2010 11:49:29 GMT -5
Chris led Rebel into the round pen and took off his halter. "Alright, bud, let's see if you'll let me put a hackamore on you..." he murmured, unhooking the hackamore from the side of the pen. "It's not much different than a halter, after all..." He reached into his back pocket and took out... a slice of apple! Since he'd figured out that even though Rebel hated sugar cubes, he'd do basically anything - including get in a scary box of death - for an apple. He figured that this would be no different, and really the hackamore was the least scary of anything that Rebel would have to wear. Chris didn't like using bits, other than a very light snaffle, and didn't want to ruin Rebel's sensitivity with one.
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Post by arzu on Jul 7, 2010 12:28:23 GMT -5
Eh it looked like a halter it did not scare me. So I slipped my nose right in and then stole the apple from his hand, the apple was not even what got me to put my head in I did that on my own will. The saddle was not even that scary wither, he could go ahead and put it on me, I trusted him he was better then the others who had me. See I was not as bad as most people thought, if they could just see me now. I snorted my way of laughing. Nothing was bothering besides gain weight now that I looked like a round bale with legs and a head. I waited for him to do what ever it was he was going to do.
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Post by Forte on Jul 7, 2010 12:46:15 GMT -5
Chris laughed, then took the saddle and blanket and just swung it over his back nice and smoothly. Chris had put on so many saddles that he knew how to do it so that the horse barely had time to react, and in only a couple of moments he had tightened up the cinch and was standing at Rebel's head, stroking his neck as he drew the reins over his head. "We really do need to do something about all this weight you've gained, Rebel... I don't want to stick you in a stall, though," he said, with a chuckle, "Alright, here goes nothing..." So saying, he mounted smoothly and then he was on Rebel's back. "Easy, boy..." he muttered, wondering if the horse would buck... Maybe. He could've just walked him around with the saddle on to get him used to it, but he figured that if the colt was going to buck he was going to buck, and Chris could probably sit through it anyway.
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Post by arzu on Jul 7, 2010 12:53:01 GMT -5
I huffed as he mounted, but I did not do anything it was to much effort to buck I was to fat to even want to think about it. What was the point in even bucking? When you got them off they got right back on, so those horses who did that were just stupid. Mmmm food! Maybe it was best I went into a stall, I would not eat as much and then I would be skinny and fit, instead of fat and lazy. I moved one foot and then the other I went one time around the pen and then stopped, alright im done the train stops here, to fat to work. Maybe a nap would be good? I lowered myself into the sand, ahh much better. I shut my eyes and dozed off, he really was going to have to figure something out because this train was not leaving the station.
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Post by Forte on Jul 7, 2010 14:45:07 GMT -5
Chris was doing his best to urge Rebel into a faster walk without actually kicking him, but this didn't seem to be working. He realized that Rebel really was much too fat. "Alright, seems like I'm going to have to put you in a stall! You're asking for it!" He growled from Rebel's back as the horse stopped completely. When Rebel began to sink to the Earth he squeezed frantically with his heels and pulled back on the reins. "REBEL! Get up right now!" he said, a little too harshly perhaps, and then fair kicked Rebel in the sides, trying to entice the colt to get mad enough at him to get going. "Come on, you big lazybones..." He felt fairly sure that if he chucked a bit of apple across the ring Rebel would go for that like lightning, but he didn't want to bribe the stallion any more. In desperation, he grabbed his lariat off of the saddle horn and roped a nearby bush, which he yanked out of the ground... It flew through the air, straight towards the little colt. Chris remembered when he'd first done the same with Omaha, and the gelding had jumped about six feet in the air from surprise.
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Post by arzu on Jul 7, 2010 15:39:26 GMT -5
I saw it coming and jumped to my feet. I reared and then landed bucking frantically. I threw my self into another rear and then landed kicking out, I reared again and cried out my trust for him shattered it was all wild now, I landed on my side. Knowing full well I had lost him sometime ago. I ran around and around bucking and kicking and then I turned to charge him, ears pinned. Why would he do that to me? Why? He had lost everything I gave him he was going to have to work extra hard to gain it all back and then I did not even know if I would trust him. I bit him hard on the arm, and then went to the other side stopping, sides heaving frame coated in sweat. Then I just collapsed from over heating, I knew I had to trust him, I gasped for breath my body much much to hot for its own good. I was breathing to hard for a horse. Would he just leave me here to die after what I did? I closed my eyes and let the darkness come to me…..
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Post by Forte on Jul 9, 2010 12:28:52 GMT -5
Chris had pretty much expected Rebel to freak out - but not this much... For a moment he had doubts about the horse's ability to be a cutter after all - if he was afraid of a bush, what was he going to do when faced down by a mean bull with long horns? He probably could have stuck all of the bucks if he'd wanted to, but after Rebel started rearing he just slipped off to one side, landing on his feet next to the colt. Rebel was still young enough to injure himself acting like that with a weight on his back, and there was no way that Chris wanted him to get badly injured. "Chill out, boy, it's just a plant..." he said - surprisingly calm, - as Rebel bit him. Ouch... He could see the blood starting to stain the edges of his shirt, but that wasn't what was on his mind at the moment. Fat, bucking Rebel had just collapsed on the other side of the ring, and before Chris knew it he was running over, eyes wide but still under control like he always was. He undid the saddle and pulled it off, then took off his saddle blanket. With an apologetic cringe, he began to rip the old blanket into strips, which he dipped in the water trough. One of these he affixed to Rebel's brow - tucking it under the browband of the hackamore - the other he plastered to the sweaty chest. A third he took, wet, and began to trickle water down Rebel's limp throat. "Come on, old boy, wake up..." he said, a note of desperation and worry in his tone.
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Post by arzu on Jul 9, 2010 12:41:22 GMT -5
Rebel could feel the weight begin taken off his back but he just could not come to. His heart he could feel beating slower and slower and then something cool hit him and then it was trickling down his throat. He worked his lips back and forth and opened his eyes, ears pinned and the whites of his eyes showed for a moment before he relaxed. He really did not know what it was about this man but he wanted to trust him. Rebel raised his head, and stumbled to his feet tail flicked across his flanks as his head lowered, he walked away, not near perfect it was choppy and he tripped and stumbled here and there until he laid back down in a shaded part. He laid flat out on his side, sides still heaving and he closed his eyes, focusing on his breath and trying to get his body to cool.
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