I aint that fat little horse any more....(open)

[arzu]

The sun beat down on his coat, tail and mane flying behind him as the wind caught it. Dirt was kicked up as he flew across the pasture, a toss of his head and he turned on a whim. If only Chris could see him now, he was not some fat horse any more. He was lean and fit ready to any thing. After being kept in a stall for so long and on rationed food his body had burned everything he had quite fast and he was loving it. He tossed his head and called out, his body quivering as he did so. Muscles rippled under his coat, as his hoofs hit the ground in a steady rhythm. He slowed and then all together came to a stop, head raised nostrils flaring, his sides barely moved except for the normal breath. He kicked out and picked up a gallop again going around and around the little pasture he was kept in during the day when he did not have to be in a stall at night, he whickered and slowed to a trot. Before picking up a gallop again and going down the center and coming to a sliding stop. Thats when he lowered his frame and began to roll, he stood up and looked around waiting.

[Forte]

Chris was feeling better physically - he'd been cleared to ride again - but he sure felt guilty about not having been able to continue breaking in Rebel. It was probably better in any case, that little butterball had so little energy that he couldn't be taught anything, but all the same the young horse needed some riding. Usually, Chris wouldn't have broken in a horse until they were three years old, but Rebel was a tough little wild mustang who needed a job to do, not just to enjoy the easy life at the ranch. He was shocked as he came down towards the pasture where Rebel was kept now at the horse that awaited him, having seen him galloping around as fast as the wind from a distance away and kicking up the dust. With a laugh he came to the fence line, "Rebel!" he called joyfully, looking at the dirty little colt standing in the dust that he'd just popped his back in. "You sure look a lot better, little man. Are you ready to go for another ride?" He was grinning from ear to ear as he looked at the sleek dun mustang, by and far different than the rowdy, rough little thing he'd purchased for less than three hundred dollars.

[arzu]

He tossed his head and hopped to the left and hopped to the right. Head shot up as he heard the joyful call of one and only Chris! He squealed and galloped up to the fence line, look at me! He squealed again and tossed his head and hung it over the fence. His coat was dirty with the dust but he did not care you could still see all the dun and markings he had. He squealed again, forelock hanging over his eyes, he was game for anything as long as it did not involve a bush being thrown his way. He turned and galloped down the fence line and turned sharply a whinny of joy leaving him as he rounded the last corner and slid to a stop in front of Chris, dust floating over towards Chris. His snort soon following as he waited.

[racingbelle]

I walked out of the barn into the stable yard. The horses were fed, tack cleaned, and everyone was in a pasture. There. I jogged to where Chris stood at Rebel's gate. "Looks good doesn't he? Your gonna ride him today?" I asked. I had been careful not to overfed Rebel and to put him in at night. He was one of the few horses that went in at night. I grinned as the little mustang galloped around the pasture sliding to a stop in front of us. "He reminds me of Lightning, when he gallops around like that. He's a cute little feller, nice color to." I added. I looked the dusty horse over and laughed.

[Forte]

Chris chuckled as Rebel dashed around and kicked up the dirt, flying and whipping around. "Wow, Rebel, you sure do look good. Maybe you'd even like to try barrels, huh?" He rubbed Rebel's forehead and the bases of his ears, impressed by how fast the colt had been turning. Barrels could be fun, he supposed, even though he hadn't really ridden them before. He looked over as Stevie came up, still grinning enthusiastically. "Yeah, he does look good. Thanks for making sure he didn't make himself so fat anymore. And yep, I was thinking about trying him with barrels. He's whipping around fast enough in here... Although I don't think he'd like it if he knocked one down. And I definitely don't want to make him one-sided, you know, only knowing how to turn left and gallop around." He wasn't really too worried about that - he didn't like horse or man that could do but one thing anyhow, and Rebel might make an excellent horse for something else, as well. Maybe he wouldn't even like barrels. "Actually, come to think of it, when I was buying him he did jump over a round pen fence... Kinda like Lightning, huh..." He got Rebel's halter and lead rope and started to put it on.

[arzu]

Ah man, its that lady with the high whistle. They most be dating but they never showed any affection for one another? Hmmm how is that possible. I pondered this for a moment and then as my halter was slipped on I bumped Stevie so she would have to other chose but then to land in Chris arms. See I feel like a matchmaker sort of. I whinnied triumphantly and waited to see what happened next, see in horse world you touch and groom your mate all the time, human world it was just a shame that they did not touch or anything like that all the time, it made others think they were signal. I snorted and stepped back a bit, not wanting to get hit for something I just did! But I had to admit I was quite pleased with myself I raised my head and nickered softly watching and waiting.

[racingbelle]

I let out a little cry of surprise as Rebel bumped me causing me to fall back on Chris. "Rebel! You little brat!" I said teasingly. I guess he was only playing but still. I recovered myself and stood up right again. "Silly horse. Yeah you and Lightning are nearly the same." I said with a shake of my head. "Anyway barrels would be fun for him. Though I agree you don't want to make a horse one sided. You know what do you think about me training Storm in reining instead of barrels? I've been thinking about doing that with him instead of barrels ever since I got River." I smiled at the thought of the sweet palomino mare and Storm. Oh boy Storm was going to be a handful one way or the other. I looked at Rebel and smiled. He was going to be the same way. "So what's your plan for him today, Chris. I think it involves a brush." I said, looking pointedly at his dusty coat.