A Boy Named Sue by stabbrielle

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A Boy Named Sue

Postby stabbrielle » Mon Jun 23, 2014 5:43 am

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    name: a boy named sue
    origin: a johnny cash song
    nickname: sue
    gender: gelding
    age: 3 years old
    color: steel grey
    markings: two socks, blaze
    height: 14.2hh

    main traits: feisty, hardheaded
    sub traits: dominant, fearless,
    sometimes cheeky

    vice: wants nothing to do with
    humans
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Day One: The Journey Home

Postby stabbrielle » Mon Jun 23, 2014 7:34 am

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Far Away by Jose Gonzalez

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The sounds and smells of horses grew nearer, as the young women pulled up the winding, road. Dirt and small rocks cracked under her tires. A small, metal horse charm swung from the rear view mirror. A small smiled pricked at the corners of her lips, as a barn appeared on the horizon, surrounded by cattle pen corrals. "This must be it," she murmured quietly under her breath. Inside her head, thoughts and ideas bounced around in her brain. Would the horse be a mare or gelding? What color would he/she be? What kind of temperament would it have? Would it be tall? Would it be short? She had to push them to the back of her head to avoid a headache, as she parked the car away from the corrals. Forcing down a nervous lump in her throat, Cassidy reached up grazing her fingers over the small metal horse. It was smooth and cold against her fingertips. A small sigh slipped past her lips. "Just remember what dad said," she murmured quietly to herself, remembering her father's advise.

Cassidy lay awake on her side, staring at the opposite wall. Fear buzzed around in her head like angry bees. She couldn't imagine what she'd gotten herself into. She was going to get herself killed. There was no way- no way in heaven or hell she'd be able to gentle a wild mustang in one hundred days. It just couldn't be done; not now, not ever. Cassidy was pulled from her fears as the bed dipped down behind her. "Cassidy," her father murmured quietly, "Are you asleep?" After a silent moment, Cassidy rolled over to face her father, who smiled and ran a gentle hand over her hair. "Are you nervous?" Cassidy shook her head in response to the question. The older man laughed lightly, showing off the deep wrinkles age and work had put into his face. "Cass, you don't have to lie to me," he whispered, "I'm not your mother. Now, whats wrong?" The bed creaked under her elbows, as Cassidy sat up.
Pulling her knees to her chest, Cassidy told him, "I don't know. I'm just scared. What if I get a bad horse? What if I can't tame him? I just don't know if I can do this daddy." The man nodded slowly taking in each and every one of his daughter's fears.
When she was finished, he leaned in close, whispering, "I know you're scared, but you want to know a secret?" He paused for a moment before going on, "You can do this. Cass, you can do anything." Cassidy nodded halfheartedly.
"But what if the horse is mean and doesn't like me?" she questioned, making the man laugh again.
"Cassidy, I don't think I've meet a horse- or anything else for that matter- that didn't like you," he boasted wrapping an arm around her shoulder, "Don't worry, you'll know the right horse when you see him. Its like he stabs ya in the heart." The girl giggled lightly before laying back. "Get some sleep Cass," the father murmured pressing a kiss to her forehead, "You have a long day ahead of you."
Nodding, Cassidy pulled the blankets up over her shoulders, murmuring sleepily, "Goodnight Daddy."
"G'night sweetheart," the man said before exiting the room.


Sighing heavily, Cassidy stepped out of the truck, secured her black felt Stetson on her head, and headed towards the registration table. The table was old a dusty, a makeshift sign that read 'registration here' hung off the front by silver-grey duct-tape. An elderly man wearing a worn straw cowboy hat smiled an almost toothless smile up at her. "Here for registration, sweetie?" he asked her, and she nodded. He pulled out a clip board with numerous papers on it. "Name?" he asked as he flipped through them.
"Cassidy Norton," she responded simply, giving a nod as he affirmed it.
"So... Miss Norton, how long have you been in the Makeover?" he asked, licking his finger tip and flipping to her papers.
Cassidy gave him a nervous smile, "This is my first year, sir."
He looked up at her from under the brim of his hat. "First year, huh?" he questioned. Cassidy nodded. He went back to the clip board. "Number 2316, steel grey gelding," he announced unclipping her sheet, "He's a beauty, that's for sure." The man slipped the paper and a pen across the table. "Sign on the dotted line," he instructed. Taking the pen, Cassidy signed her name and handed the paper back to him. "Thank ya kindly," he spoke grinning, "Now lets go pick up your mustang."

The man walked her through a maze of pens. Horses of every color and size filled them. Some of them looked their way, some of them showed them their rear. The man periodically looked at the papers on the pens, checking to see if her's was inside, but it wasn't until they reached the far end of the clearing when they came up upon the steel grey gelding, alone in the corral. "Ah, 2316," the man said with a nod, "Here he is." Cassidy looked in between the bars at the horse. The gelding shot her one glance, pinned his ears, snorted, and looked away. The old man laughed, "Looks like you got a stubborn one. I'll go get Josh and Dan to get him into your trailer. You two get yourself acquainted." Then he was gone. Cassidy stepped onto the lowest bar of the fence and leaned onto her arms. She watched the gelding intently. He was on the shorter side, but he was muscular. Light scars on his side suggested he had been into a fight or two. He was three years old, she guessed, but she'd have to get a better estimate when she got closer.

"Miss Norton?" a voice questioned behind her, jerking her from her gaze. Turning a head over her shoulder, Cassidy saw two younger men, holding ropes and a halter. "I'm Josh and this is Dan," one of the men said, jerking a thumb at the man to his left. Cassidy climbed down off the fence, reaching out to shake their hands. "Hello," she greeted smiling, "Nice to meet both of you." Stepping aside she let them into the round pen. The steel grey gelding took a glance at the men and bolted, bucking and kicking all the way. Josh and Dan tried to keep up with him, but he kept dodging them. Finally, after what seemed like forever, the two got the rope around his neck and the halter on. The gelding threw his weight down into the dirt, trying to get away as the two men dragged him for the corral. "Please tell me you didn't park far," Dan said to Cassidy as they passed with a screaming mustang. Cassidy gave him a half guilty and pity filled sigh. "Sorry," she told him quietly.

Thirty minutes later Cassidy sat in the cab of the truck. Her hat was dusty, her brown hair was a mess, and she looked like she had sweat twenty gallons, but the mustang was in the trailer. He was kicking and screaming, but he was in the trailer. Waving at Josh and Dan, Cassidy pulled out of the pick up station and onto the winding dirt road. The mustang could be heard kicking and whinnying from the trailer all the way home.

Back at the house, Cassidy's father was sitting on the porch swing, waiting for her to pull up the drive. When she did and he heard the racket coming from the trailer, he only chuckled because he knew. He knew she had a trouble maker on her hands. He stood and followed her to the corral where she had backed the trailer up the the open gate. Cassidy stepped out of the truck, huffing as she brushed the dust off her hat. "Well, how'd it go?" Her father asked her, grinning. Inside the trailer the gelding whinnied loudly, slamming his feet on the trailer's metal wall. Cassidy frowned slightly thinking that was explanation enough. "Oh come on, Cass," her father said, "You couldn't expect them to give you the easy one, could ya?"
"No," Cassidy huffed, looking away from her father and at the beast in the trailer.
He put a hand on her shoulder. "Now, I bet, they gave you that trouble maker to get you to give up," he told her, shaking his head, "Probably thought this was no business for a young girl to be in, but what they don't know is, my daughter ain't no quitter. She's gonna do this and she's gonna do it better than any old boy can." A smile spread over Cassidy's lips and her eyes brightened, so the old man when on, "Why? Because she has a gift. A gift that they will never have. Shoot, I'll have lived and died before I'll see a horse that Cassidy Anne Norton cannot handle."
"Dad," Cassidy said blushing, "Stop you're embarrassing me."
The old man laughed, "What's there to be embarrassed about? The only people here to see it is you and me and that there mustang, and he ain't gonna treat you no different cause your daddy loves you. Now get him out there and do what you do. Your mama's makin' me some sweet tea and pie; don't want miss out on your mama's homemade pecan pie. Hop to it then!" Cassidy watched as he sauntered off and into the house. Inside the house, Cassidy heard her mother's sharp scolding, "John! Get out of that pie! You know that's for Cass!"

Laughing lightly to herself, Cassidy straightened her hat on her head. Walking along the back of the trailer, she noticed that the mustang had quieted down and was looking through the bars, right at her. "Well, you're not such a big scary monster after all," she cooed, "you're nothing but a big sweetheart." Snorting, he went back to kicking the wall violently. Cassidy laughed again. "Okay come on boy," she said unlocking the trailer, "Let's get you out of there." The second the door swung open the gelding launched out into the corral, bucking, happy to be in the sunlight again. Cassidy stood up on the rail watching him until he stopped in on the other end of the pen and looked at her. He cocked his head to the side and stared her in the eye with his warm brown ones. Cassidy pulled out her phone and snapped a quick picture before he could move. Cassidy looked down at the screen. The picture was dark and kinda blurry, but to her it was perfect. Just like the name she had for him: A Boy Named Sue. The Johnny Cash song was playing on the way up to get him, on the way home, and when she released him into the corral, so it was just meant to be. Cassidy smiled softly at Sue. "I'll see you later Sue," she told him blowing a kiss, "I'll be back."



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Day Two: Born unto Trouble

Postby stabbrielle » Wed Jun 25, 2014 2:35 pm

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For Cassidy Norton the morning started long before the sun had risen above the tree tops. The air was cool and brisk, slipping off the mountain side, and the pale moonlight glimmered off the mist. Inside the corral Sue was nibbling at his hay, giving Cassidy a good view of his rear from her perch on the fence. A long sigh slipped passed her lips, as she glanced up at him over the top of her sketch book. The pencil made small scratching sounds as she touched up on the last view details of the eye. A smile crept across Cassidy's face, as she marveled at her masterpiece. It was a spitting image of Sue, right down to the little roman nose. The drawings gaze was thoughtful and seemed to stare right through her. Setting the book aside, Cassidy reached for the lead rope, running it through her fingers. She had planned on trying a join up, but now she wasn't quite sure. Sue hadn't even given her a sideway glance since he had gotten to the ranch. He didn't seem interested in her, at all. Mustering up all her confidence, Cassidy slid slowly down the fence and into the corral. A few stalks of hay stuck out of the corner of Sue's lips, as he turned his head. Cassidy took slow easy steps into the middle of the corral. Sue mirrored her steps in the other direction until they had switched sides completely. Taking his hay net off the fence, Cassidy tossed it into the barrel on the other side of the fence. Sue stretched his neck out, watching the net land. Snorting loudly, he reared. Keeping her eyes on the gelding Cassidy started jogging towards him, swinging the lead rope in large circles. Neighing and pinning his ears, Sue broke into a quick jog, keeping away from Cassidy and the rope.
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Panting heavily, Cassidy slowed, rested her palms onto her knees. Sweat drenched her hair and poured down her face, but looking at Sue, he hadn't even broken a sweat. In fact he was giving Cassidy a look that said 'is that all you got?' Groaning monstrously, Cassidy exited the corral and towards the house. She'd try again after breakfast.

Upon entering the house, the smell of eggs and cooking bacon filled Cassidy's nose, making her mouth water. She hadn't realized how hungry she was until this moment. Her mother looked up at her from the stove. She flipped the bacon, smiling softly. "How's it going, dear?" She asked her brightly.
Cassidy responded, glumly, snatching a piece of bacon, "Not so well." Sinking into the chair, she went on mouth full of bacon, "He wouldn't even participate in the join up. Yea, he'd jog away, but he never showed any signs of trust or even interest."
"Well," her mother mused, turning away from the cooking meat, "It's still your first day. He's probably just scared and getting used to his surroundings. Maybe, you should introduce him to Beaux or Jinx. You know how well that works for your brother when he trained wild mustangs. Maybe he just needs a friend."
Cassidy groaned, the talk of her prodigy brother had started, and she was already tired of it. She turned away from her mother saying blunting, "Mom, you're burning the bacon."
Surprised, her mother helped and turned back to cook the meat, "All I'm saying is that maybe you should call your brother-"
Standing abruptly, Cassidy interrupted, "I'm going to eat my breakfast in my room." With that she took a few pieces of toast and bacon and hurried up the stairs.

In the safety of her bedroom, Cassidy pulled out a journal. Flipping through a few pages, Cassidy began to write the first log of her mustang makeover.

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Day Three: New Friends

Postby stabbrielle » Fri Jun 27, 2014 1:49 am

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The day passed by slowly for Cassidy Norton, and most of it was spent sitting at her desk, staring out the window. In front of her sat her journal, open to the page containing the list of horses. Her eyes watched the mustang in the corral as he paced circles around the arena. She could see the sharp flick of his tail and the puffs of dust rising off the ground with each step he took. Sighing heavily, she looked down at the list. Cassidy twirled the pen around her fingers for a moment before clicking it open with her thumb. She scratched out the name Pepper, shaking her head. "Too temperamental..." she thought aloud, "Wouldn't want Sue gaining any of her bad habits." Three names remained on the sheet, and Cassidy thought of each horse as she read them. "Jinx," she murmured quietly, thinking of the short little pony. Jinx was full of spunk and cheek. He would certainly make a playmate who could keep up with Sue, but how would Sue react to his sass? "Beaux," she moved on. Beaux was an old and gentle appaloosa. Cassidy had used him to gentle horses in the past and it had worked well, but she was hesitant in this instance. If Sue reacted badly to the older stallion, Beaux was too gentle to fight back. Worse, he was too old to take the punches. Cassidy scratched out his name fervently. "Goose," Cassidy spoke the last name with a sigh. Goose was her brothers old roping horse. When he went off to college to be a chiropractor he left Goose behind. Cassidy tapped his name with the pen point softly. Goose was young and able. He was sweet but still willing to do the work needed to get the job done. But still, Cassidy resented the idea of using anything that had to do with Jeremy, no matter how much it could help. Groaning, she threw herself back into her chair. "What am I going to do with you?" she murmured to the gelding in the corral.

Hours past before Cassidy finaly forced herself out of her seat. She took a final glance down at the list. Her options were down to Jinx and Goose, and she still was unsure of who she was going to pick. She made her way towards the barn, passing the corral where Sue had stopped to look at her. His big brown eyes followed her all the way into the stable. A palomino head craned over the stall to look at her. Cassidy rubbed his muzzle softly. "Hello Goose," she murmured. The palomino bobbed his head before looking out at the corral. He neighed softly out to Sue who neighed back. "You like him?" Cassidy murmured quietly, taking Goose's halter off the hook. Slipping the halter over Goose's head, Cassidy opened the stall. Goose walked out, waiting by Cassidy though he looked at the new arrival in curiosity. "Want to go see, huh, boy?" Cassidy said patting his neck. She clucked her tongue lowly leading Goose out to the corral. Sue moved cautiously along the wall, avoiding Cassidy but curious of the new horse. He pawed the dirt before rearing playfully.

Goose stood patiently, as Cassidy opened the gate. Minding Sue, she led Goose in and let him off his halter. Closing the gate, Cassidy watched as the two sniffed each other before playing as if they had known each other forever. A small smile spread over her face as she watched the two horses, and for the first time in the competition, she felt confident that she could, and would, do this.

Later that night in her room, Cassidy pulled out her journal and began to write.

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