L I T T L E~W H I T E~L I E S
Week 1
Day 1
As I munched quietly on my Fruit Loops - Yes, Fruit Loops - I watched out the window of my small ranch house. This would be the first time that a completely untamed wild mustang would set hoof on my ranch, and it was killing me just sitting around waiting for the truck to get here. I stand and walk across the kitchen, rinsing out my cereal bowl. Turning off the tap, finally the rumbling of a trailer pulling up the driveway echos in my ears.
Turning, I glance out the window to see that they had finally arrived. I quickly tug on my rubber boots and rain jacket and hurry out the door. I meet one of the two men at the rear of the trailer and nod my head to him in greeting, causing rain to drip off the hood of my jacket onto my nose.
"Are you..." The man glances down at his clipboard, his eyes scanning the paper, "Miss Christina Mclean?" He asks me. He seems cross, so I suppose he's just having a bad day. I nod my head yes and he passes me the clipboard and a pen and I hurriedly sign the paper.
I look past the man to seemed to yank the clipboard out of my hand after I'd signed the papers, to see that the other had opened the trailer. A loud squeal and a couple bangs came from the side of the trailer as the man walked up in. Seconds later, he lead out a grullo sabino mustang. The horse yanked and pulled on the lead line and it looked like the rope might snap. From what I could see from where I was, the horse was a gelding.
The man with the clipboard stepped back and I walked a few paces past him. The other man greeting me with a smile, instead of a scowl like the other.
"Morning, doll," He smiled with a nod. "Where would you like me to put this fella for you?"
So I was right. It's a boy.
I look up at the sky. The rain had slowed and the clouds seemed to be separating. I turn by gaze back to the man, "Um, just in the round pen closest to the barn, thanks,"
I watch with interest as the gelding danced along on the end of the rope, pulling at it and trying to jerk it from the man's hands. Rushing forward, I open the gate for him and he gives me an appreciative nod. He leads the beautiful grullo sabino in and quickly undoes the halter. The secend the restraints are gone, the gelding bolts. The man and I quickly step out of the ring and fasten the gate behind us.
I shake the man's hand and he gowa back to the truck. Turning bac to the ring, I watch the gelding as he races around the round pen, searching for an exit. I wonder silently if he ever had a herd before his life here or if he was a bachelor. Giving a shrug, I watch him for a few more minutes before going to fetch him a new bit of hay, as the last bit had spoiled in the rain.
When I throw it over the fence he skids to a halt and eyes me curiously before carrying on. My other horses are whinnying and cantering up and down their fences, eager to meet this new addition to the farm. After a good twenty minutes of just watching him, I decide to give him the day to rest and settle in, and maybe come out again after my dinner.
Week 1
Day 1
As I munched quietly on my Fruit Loops - Yes, Fruit Loops - I watched out the window of my small ranch house. This would be the first time that a completely untamed wild mustang would set hoof on my ranch, and it was killing me just sitting around waiting for the truck to get here. I stand and walk across the kitchen, rinsing out my cereal bowl. Turning off the tap, finally the rumbling of a trailer pulling up the driveway echos in my ears.
Turning, I glance out the window to see that they had finally arrived. I quickly tug on my rubber boots and rain jacket and hurry out the door. I meet one of the two men at the rear of the trailer and nod my head to him in greeting, causing rain to drip off the hood of my jacket onto my nose.
"Are you..." The man glances down at his clipboard, his eyes scanning the paper, "Miss Christina Mclean?" He asks me. He seems cross, so I suppose he's just having a bad day. I nod my head yes and he passes me the clipboard and a pen and I hurriedly sign the paper.
I look past the man to seemed to yank the clipboard out of my hand after I'd signed the papers, to see that the other had opened the trailer. A loud squeal and a couple bangs came from the side of the trailer as the man walked up in. Seconds later, he lead out a grullo sabino mustang. The horse yanked and pulled on the lead line and it looked like the rope might snap. From what I could see from where I was, the horse was a gelding.
The man with the clipboard stepped back and I walked a few paces past him. The other man greeting me with a smile, instead of a scowl like the other.
"Morning, doll," He smiled with a nod. "Where would you like me to put this fella for you?"
So I was right. It's a boy.
I look up at the sky. The rain had slowed and the clouds seemed to be separating. I turn by gaze back to the man, "Um, just in the round pen closest to the barn, thanks,"
I watch with interest as the gelding danced along on the end of the rope, pulling at it and trying to jerk it from the man's hands. Rushing forward, I open the gate for him and he gives me an appreciative nod. He leads the beautiful grullo sabino in and quickly undoes the halter. The secend the restraints are gone, the gelding bolts. The man and I quickly step out of the ring and fasten the gate behind us.
I shake the man's hand and he gowa back to the truck. Turning bac to the ring, I watch the gelding as he races around the round pen, searching for an exit. I wonder silently if he ever had a herd before his life here or if he was a bachelor. Giving a shrug, I watch him for a few more minutes before going to fetch him a new bit of hay, as the last bit had spoiled in the rain.
When I throw it over the fence he skids to a halt and eyes me curiously before carrying on. My other horses are whinnying and cantering up and down their fences, eager to meet this new addition to the farm. After a good twenty minutes of just watching him, I decide to give him the day to rest and settle in, and maybe come out again after my dinner.
