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Whose Make over is it?
Part 1
*RRRRIIIINNNNNG* I smacked my hand down on the top of my alarm, moaning as a slid myself up in bed. Yawning, rubbed my eyes and looked around, the blank blue walls and the empty desk. It hadn't always been this way, I had once covered the walls with photos of life before the accident, life before my world fell...
I haven't ridden since I was seventeen, haven't owned a horse since either, I gave up on training horses as I haven't found the heart. Life has been simple, almost meaningless, my parents have passed on, and as the only child I was left the ranch, which is currently empty besides a few boarding horses and a few that are owned by my cousin.
I hurried down stairs, leaving my thoughts behind as I emptily walked to the stables, only the left wing of the stables was in use, six stalls lined left and right. The arena doors cut through the left side leaving a gap between three stalls and three stalls, it sounded with the simple plodding of hooves, probably my cousin training that filly of hers, the white one with the pink around the eyes and nose, big caramel eyes.
I grabbed a pitchfork and the wheel barrel, starting to clean the stalls that were currently empty of their Living inhabitants. Scooping out the muck and dumping the full barrel in the pile down towards the back of the stables.
The plodding of hooves on concrete began, meaning my cousin was finished with her daily training. I sighed listening for a while to the birds and soft snorting of the horses in the pastures. The sound of wheels on gravel started to rumble as I looked to the road, a feeling of restlessness radiated off of the incoming truck, a trailer swung in behind it. My cousin came dashing out, "It's here! Mal! It's here!" I looked at her furrowing my brows, it was here? What was here?
I followed her and we walked out to the trailer, a scraping of a hoof on the floor of the trailer was evident, the horse inside paused about, I could just see the crest of it's neck, thick black hair. I was wide eyed, three men stepped out of the truck, I sat thinking how they could all cram in that dinky space with the build they had. One held out a clip board, "Which of y'all is Mallerine Saven?" His accent rather thick, I glowered at my cousin.
"What did you do?" I asked her rather sharply, her wicked smile spread over her face, and her red devil curls looped about, he pushed me forward towards the redneck looking guy and smirked.
"This is Mal, sign the form cous," she urged, "In the mean time, guys why don't you take this one to pasture five, it'll be labeled on the gate." The men nodded and I signed the papers unwillingly, shoving them bak towards the guy I turned to my cousin who shoved another paper in my face as the men left towards pasture five. "I signed you up, ou were encores to this years mustang make over and I knew once the horse was here you couldn't say no! Come on! It'll be great, this is good for you!"
"How could you Devin! You know I haven't trained in years!" I complained glaring at her, this was unfair!
"Please! Just give it a try! It would be amazing to watch you train again! I just want to see you doing what you love! You can't give up on your dreams!" She said, her words nailing into my heart, I took a shallow gulp and whipped around heading for the pasture.
I watching as a dark almost red tinted horse flew out of the trailer with so much force, my heart raced just watching it, the gate it had was magnificent! Long, fiery strides; We kept going, heading towards the pasture where the truck was making a round about to shut the gate and leave.
When we arrived to the gate the horse had settled, grazing on the tall grasses, this pasture had been unused for many years. covered in lush green, and had a dog wood tree that had been here since before I was born.
Male, the horse was male, a gorgeous mahogany bay, he looked up with a brilliant slender neck, how amazing he was. I just stood there leaning on the gate, he had two socks, and a snip, his eyes were full and dark. He leaned back over and started to graze, standing under the shade of the tall dogwood.
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so I'm going to continue his training