Tex
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Post by Tex on Jun 8, 2008 10:53:48 GMT
Alison could immediately tell Jesse was getting upset, so she stroked the pretty mare's neck. "Whoa, girl, what's wrong? Did you hurt yourself?" she murmered, glancing at her horse's hooves. They looked fine. Jesse champed on her bit and threw her head up, side-stepping into a fence post. This frightened Jesse into a trot, and Alison quickly turned her in a tight circle so she wouldn't go nuts.
Jesse whinnied angrily to Lori. She had been listening to the conversation, and did not approve. Honestly, the mare didn't want to be going on this trip, but Alison wanted to. A horse couldn't refuse what its owner commanded, or it would risk being cast out with the 'wild lot'.
Jesse sighed, and settled.
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Post by Illu on Jun 9, 2008 12:04:09 GMT
Sam looked up a Jason and gave a blank stare at the horseman. He knew he was being asked to do something, but figuring out what was the next part. He turned his head in the direction Jason made a motion at, but he couldn’t see anything, so went back to looking puzzled.
Jack didn’t laugh out loud anyway, but he hoped this at least gave him a point over Mr Superior. He moved Lori over the track from last night, and then called Sam over, pointing at the ground directly over one of the hoof-marks. ”Find,” he said when Sam dropped his head a little to take a sniff, and the dog immediately went into ‘track the runaway steer’ mode.
Okay, they didn’t look like cow tracks, sure didn’t smell like it either, but it was just same logic, different target. He loped easily after the prints, relying solely on his sense of smell considering the fact that as a herding breed his eyesight was only good for detecting movement and locking onto a target. Still, he was no scent-hound and Jack was following closely watching the footprints wherever they showed up in case Sam lost his trail.
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Post by Tiggs on Jun 9, 2008 22:16:35 GMT
Grumbling at the dog, Jason urged Marie into a steady trot and followed behind Cowboy and his chestnut. The going was slow at first, they relied on the dog to follow the scent until the silver filly's almost invisible trail was interrupted by a second set of very obvious prints. The trails merged, and from there it was easy to follow the pair of brumbies up into the High Country. It was almost midday before they were climbing the hills to the Bogong, and Jason was impatient to start the hunt.
OOC: Jump to the Bogong thread?
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