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I woke up to loud pounding on my front door. Hurriedly getting dressed, I rushed downstairs and opened the door.

"Yes?" I mumbled sleepily.

"Sorry to wake you," a rough voice said. "But we have a yearling that needs a good home. My friend suggested you."

I immediately woke up. "Of course. May I see him?" I asked a little wearily.

The man was built roughly, but seemed like a nice fellow. I heard my boyfriend coming down the stairs. He gave me a puzzled look and I just shrugged.

By that time, the man had brought out a nice looking colt that had an unique color. He handed me the lead and papers.
"Sir, I..." I never got the chance to finish as he pulled out and left. Looking at Mark, I shrugged.

"What now?" he asked.

I looked at my watch. "Well, it's five now and we have another horse. Might as well start barn chores."

We walked out back to the barn with the colt in tow. He seemed to have really nice manners for only being a year old. Mark seemed struggling between keeping his mouth shut and saying something. I looked at him with a look that said, " What's wrong?" He just shrugged and walked off. Okay, I thought. Turning around, I reached up to pat the colt. He jerked up and gave an odd snort. "Sorry big boy," I whispered. He still seemed jumpy even though I talked to him the rest of the way to the stables.

I found Mark already started on the chores, so I went ahead and got the yearling settled in a box stall at the end of the aisle. Mark came up behind me when I was done and said," He is a nice looking colt. I wonder why they didn't want him anymore."

"Probably didn't have enough time or money for him," I said without thinking. That was the story with most of the horses we rescued or got for cheap. Mark nodded and motioned to the house. Time to look at paperwork.

"He was pretty jumpy even for a new horse," I mumbled as we were walking to the two story log cabin ranch house. Mark nodded, but I knew what he was thinking. He was suspicious of this new horse and how we got him.

I walked in and reached for the paperwork on the counter as Mark cleared off a spot on the table in the kitchen. Sitting down, I handed part of the stack to Mark. "Oh, look at this," I showed him the paper as I continued to talk, " It says he is purebred and sired by Mississippi Pride out of Bell and Air."

"Odd names," Mark said as he scanned the paper. " Doesn't say what breed, however." He turned away and looked over another paper.

"Yah, makes me wonder." Looking at the next paper in my hand, I realized this was a letter the previous owner wrote for me. He definently wasn't a people person.

He just nodded and continued to look. After he ran out of papers, he got up and brought me a cup of tea before sitting down. "Anything, yet?"

"Actually, yah. He is a Quarter Horse and ..." I gave him the not so good look. " he is completely deaf".