Loca = Crazy

[Nevvy]

Name: Loca
Show Name: Lil' Bit of Lovin'
Age: Four
Breed: Mustang
BEWARE Untrained, thought to be untrainable.

The screeching speaker above. All these horses. All those...people. Two-leggeds. Signs of the devil's work. Frightened eyes burrowed deep within the arena she was being taken into. Mind taut with tension, muscles bunched, ready to leap.

Now ladies and gents, don't get too close. Mustang named Loca. Untrained. Going for 200. Then silence as two handlers came through the entrance, each holding a rope, connected to...invisibility? No wait, coming through the door now, a bay mare, screaming, hollering, pulling, twisting. Loca threw her head from side to side before pulling up again, rearing slightly. She let out another scream. All these people hanging around, she didn't know what to do. Sweat from her anxious pacing, her beating, her noise, beading down her neck, her chest, everywhere. Black eyes bore into humans like a wildfire ready to escape. From the wild two years ago. The auctioneer just started spurting off random facts, wondering if anyone was going to bid. If not, then most likely this horse was being sent to the meat market.

Finally, moving into the ring, Loca bounded forward, right between her handlers before feeling the ropes pulling her back. She let out a buck. No wonder her last home did not want her. They had kids, and of course, she was no good around them. Well, they never really tried. Their kids were not allowed close enough. These humans, they were all strange creatures to her though. First they catch her out of heaven, and then sold her to Hell, and then to a place in the middle. Breathing heavily, she finally stopped for a second.

[asperz]

I listened intently. Seeing horses come in, go out. In and out. Nothing appeared to me. Was it wrong to want something difficult? Wasn't that how Heidi was when I first saw her? Scared, afraid.. Not listening? I sighed. Most of the horses would be difficult, so why couldn't I choose one yet. I probably shouldn't be here, I don't need another horse.. Especially not a problem horse. But it was calling me here, the horse that hadn't appeared yet. Did I sound crazy? The speaker screeched and the voice came through. "Now ladies and gents, don't get too close. mustang named Loca. Untrained. Going for 200." It was then, as I saw the bay mare come pulling into the corral my heart lurched. She was the one that had called to me to come to here. She was rough, scared. She didn't have any training, I could see.

What made me do it? I'm not sure. This horse was crazy, even a non-horse person could tell that. But I flung my hand into the air and shouted "200 for her!" No one else seemed to want her, but someone might have been waiting for someone else to bid first. My heart thudded, would I get her? Loca.. such a bad name for a horse. Any horse.. could be taught kindness and could be sensible.

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[Nevvy]

200, going once, going twice, sold! screeched the loudspeaker again, and the handlers seemed to be relieved. They could get rid of this stubborn mare. They started dragging her back out, but they need not drag this time. She knew she was leaving this claustrophobic room of two-leggeds. She charged out, leaving the handlers to be dragged out this time, just like she was dragged in. Cuss words flew from their mouths with hardly a breath as they tried to hold on. Gruff voices were heard, pushing people and horses out of the way as she was taken toward the holding area. Both handlers looked at each other, and they knew the person who just bought this Mustang was crazy, maybe even crazier than she. Horses milling about with old owners, handlers and new owners kept her looking around. A gelding got too close to her as she pulled the handlers, and she snapped at him. She wanted out NOW. Finally, the reached the Holding area and they pushed her to the other end where there was no one and she could not possibly harm someone being there. They stood at the end of the ropes with as much strength as they could hold her with. Loca did not mind, they would be so far as they could. For now.

[asperz]

So now I finally had another horse. Another problem horse. Maybe even another horse that would never trust me. I sighed, and stayed in my spot untill Loca was out of the ring. Then I gathered my things and went to the Holding area and could see where she was. I motioned to one of the guys holding her. "Bring her to my trailer and load her. I'm going to go get everything set up." I didn't give them a chance to respond. I went to my trailer and filled the hay bag with fresh hay, and filled the water bucket up half-way. I swung the door's open as wide as they would go and then stood and waited. I didn't want much contact with Loca yet. This wasn't the place to make first greetings, that was for sure.

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[Nevvy]

Rolling their eyes, they nodded. They wanted away from this crazy Mustang. She needed to be sedated, but they had been told not to by the sellers. That was how they had gotten her and thought she was a good mare. They didn't want someone else going in unaware. Walking back through the people, one of the guys thought he should shout something like 'dead meat coming through' but figured that would not be a good thing and could possibly get him fired. He liked working around horses, but horses like this did not belong here. At all. The bay mare charged between them, snapping at one that grabbed a whip, ready to raise it at her before setting it down again. Not a good idea. So all they could do was hold on and hope that she did not use her back legs. Finally, one of them did a sharp snap of the rope and so did the other and they made her back up until she almost fell over before they tightened the ropes, getting more control over her. Finally, they made it outside, and took her toward the trailer. Uh-oh, big frightful trailer. That's what took her to all those nightmares. And she should have nothing to do with it. This time she yanked backward, almost pulling one of the ropes. Finally, one of the handlers had enough. Go! He slapped the rope on her side and she charged away from it, but stopped short of the trailer. Again she was slapped, and she jumped in. They just let the ropes go. They could get more. One of them handed her the papers and just walked off. Loca tore at the hay inside, keeping straight at the back, ears pinned back. Nobody was going to enter in here. Not with her.

[asperz]

Elli quickly shut the trailer door, seeing how wild loca was being. Then she got in her truck and took off down the dusty path and onto the road heading to where Heidi was located. Elli had decided once loca had calmed down, heidi would be put in the pasture with her. Elli was sure they would make good friends. She hoped.