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Post by IP13 on Apr 17, 2008 13:21:18 GMT -5
(occ-do you want to have someone meet Massie first or what?)
Massie droved up to Kingwood with a trailer. Inside was an unruly horse she couldn't work with. Sasha should be able to do something with him!
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Apr 17, 2008 13:55:04 GMT -5
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Sasha had just put Imohtep away and was about to get out her next horse when she saw a truck and trailer pull up. As far as she knew, there weren't any horses coming in today. She wandered over curiously, then smiled as she saw who sat inside the cab. Sasha waved to Massie and jogged over to the truck. Hey Mass. What's up?
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Post by IP13 on Apr 17, 2008 14:55:43 GMT -5
Sasha, maybe you can work with this horse and train him? Massie said jumping out of the truck. I can't do anything with him. I'll give him to you.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Apr 17, 2008 18:38:47 GMT -5
Sasha wore a confused expression. How was it that she'd come over asking how Massie was and ended up suddenly recieving a horse that she knew nothing about? Ummm...okay? Sasha followed Massie to the back of the trailer and waited to see the horse.
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Post by IP13 on Apr 18, 2008 13:04:53 GMT -5
Massie went into the trailer, clipped the lead and backed the horse out. Here's Sol-leks! she said as the bay stallion reared. His lineage showed as he came down and shook his mane out. He's a Quarter horse-Thoroughbred cross. Massie told Sasha. I can't get him to do anything for me so I was hoping you could try.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Apr 19, 2008 11:12:42 GMT -5
Sasha watched the stallion come out of the trailer and rear up. Oh boy, she thought for a moment. It was true that she'd had to deal with some pretty tough horses, but this one might be a challenge. She circled the stallion slowly, staying out of biting or kicking range while examining him. He seemed sound enough. Sol-Leks had a few scars, but no open wounds. The bay seemed pretty muscular, probably from running around in a pasture. After a minute or two of thought, Sasha came to a decision.
Alright, I'll take him. Why don't we let him out in a round pen and get him some hay and water, then you can tell me all about him. Sasha moved a few steps away, leading the way to the round pen.
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Post by IP13 on Apr 22, 2008 14:02:01 GMT -5
Massie nodded, loosing some lead for the stallion. She waited for him to lead her. He did quickly catching up to Sasha, and the round pen. She stayed outside as he wandered in and she undid the lead and let him look around. Where to?
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Apr 22, 2008 14:41:36 GMT -5
After securing the gate, Sasha gestured for Massie to follow her into the main barn. She made her way to the feed room and grabbed two buckets for water. Sasha put a hose into one of the buckets and turned it on. You watch that and fill up the other one. I'll go grab a couple flakes of hay. Sasha quickly found a bale and cut off the twine, shoving it into her pocket quickly. It took her only a moment to run it out to the round pen and put it inside before she was able to go back to the feed room. All filled up?
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Post by IP13 on Apr 29, 2008 15:28:19 GMT -5
Massie nodded as she grabbed the buckets filled with water for Sol-leks.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Apr 30, 2008 15:03:22 GMT -5
Sasha took one of the buckets from Massie and led the way back to the round pen. She unlatched the gate and gestured for Massie to hold onto it. Then, taking Massie's bucket as well, she entered the pen, while keeping an eye on Sol-Leks. The stallion watched her warily as she set the buckets down, but didn't shy away or charge her. Making note of this, she exited the pen.
Well, at least he's not agressive. I don't think he'll have much of a problem with me going in there, but he doesn't trust me. It could be past abuse. Sasha told Massie, locking the gate.
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Post by IP13 on Apr 30, 2008 15:12:31 GMT -5
Massie held the gate for Sasha as she went in. Yeah, I saw that. she said locking the gate and rechecking it.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on May 1, 2008 14:16:54 GMT -5
Sasha leaned against the gate and looked in on the horse. Sol-Leks advanced a few steps towards the food and water, but stopped. With a snort, the stallion decided it wasn't worth the risk coming near the humans. With a small sigh, Sasha turned to Massie. So what else can you tell me about Sol-Leks?
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Post by IP13 on May 1, 2008 14:31:41 GMT -5
Not much. Massie shrugged, looking at the beautiful, wild horse, sad she couldn't be of more help. I bought him at an auction, but the true owner wasn't there to answer any questions. He had died, and the daughter didn't want Sol-leks. She looked like she didn't like horses, so maybe she was the one to hurt him. He just about ripped apart the trailer when I took him home. I put him out in a pasture with some horses, to see how he would react. Massie grimaced. Let's just say that I put him in a separate pasture far, far from the other horses. I think that he's just scared, but he is also very spirited. I never tried to break him of that. He will take a saddle and bridle, but he won't let anyone on him. I didn't bother trying to ride him, I used some sand bags. Now I have to clean up what I caused, there's sand everywhere. She chuckled at the memory of Sol-leks, in good bucking fashion, throwing the bags and ripping them apart. I'm sure he'd be a good bucking horse, but I think it would only make things worse. He's only reared or nipped at people from what I've seen. I'll explain why I think he's scared of people. One of my stable hands was holding him when we first brought him home and he reared. I was in front of him and I put my arm out towards him, instinctively, and he did the strangest thing. He came down and backed away. His eyes were wide with fear that I could see the whites of them. Massie gazed at Sasha, waiting to see what she thought.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on May 1, 2008 15:20:27 GMT -5
Sasha took all this in, making notes of the most important parts. From what she could conclude, he was pretty much fine with anything except for being ridden and having too much human contact. As for being afraid of Massie's outstretched arms, he'd probably been smacked around. She wasn't quite sure she'd be able to handle Sol-Leks, but when she saw the look of despair on Massie's face, knew she had to try.
Is he sensitive around his legs or head? Sasha finally asked quietly.
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Post by IP13 on May 2, 2008 13:54:31 GMT -5
Massie thought for a moment, then answered, His head and legs are fine. Why?
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Post by mustang5jk2 on May 15, 2008 16:18:56 GMT -5
Just checking. Sometimes horses are sensitive about those places, especially young ones. Some horses who've been abused have had their heads smacked around a bit. Sasha's eyes never left the stallion as he edged closer to the hay. Other than the few cuts on him, he looks pretty good. Nice confofmation, not too old. It'll be hard to get him to trust me, but once he does, I have a feeling he'll pick up on things pretty quick.
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