Tex
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Post by Tex on Jan 10, 2009 21:39:15 GMT
Alison frowned at nothing, angrier at the guy than he might have first thought. The idiot had let her filly out, for one of those silvers that always end up escaping anyway. And now he was suggesting that she couldn't handle a little colt who didn't want to run from mummy? She ignored him, and seeing that the colt wasn't going to run off because of his mother, backed off to pick up a lasso that she tended to leave lying around, for situations like this. The rope was hanging around the fence a bit of the way back, and she unhooked it skilfully before walking towards the colt. She tied the end of the rope to the fence, and made a circle of rope at the other end, eying the colt while she did so. It wasn't going to run away.
She opened the gate as well, half-wishing that the mare was still untied, and tossed the circle of rope over the colt's neck. Before it made a reaction, she jumped inside of the corral, pulling the rope more gently than she had with the mare.
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Post by Tiggs on Jan 11, 2009 14:00:43 GMT
Feeling positively trapped, the rope pulling her forward and the man leaning on the fence in front of her, all Kessa could do was stand in place, her head raised as high as the rope would let her while her wide eyes rolled wildly. Her ears only moved from their prone position at the sound of her sons frightened whinnies. The man's odd cooing had no effect on her in this state, all she could worry about was her son's survival.
She replied with frantic neighs, warning him to get clear. By then, it was too late. the other man had slipped a rope around his neck, and was drawing him into the corral. Thalera fought more than the mare, shying from side to side as he reared, but he too could not disobey the cutting rope pulling him forward.
Once trapped in the ring of the corral, he really started to test the rope. Bucking and rearing, he tried pulling against the rope. The pressure of it was discomforting, but he found he was stronger than the man pulling on it. Until of course he reached the end of the slack and the fence post he was tied to stopped him dead.
He tested the circumference that the rope gave him, and managed to bump up next to his mother. He stayed there, cowering next to the only familiar thing in this retched place. Placing the blame on his mother for this situation never occurred to the dark-pelted palomino yearling. Men were the enemy here, and they had done this. |
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Post by Illu on Jan 11, 2009 16:23:16 GMT
Ergh.
Brilliant.
JD took a cool-off lap around the small, thick railed stallion pen he’d been more or less prisoner in for the last few days, shaking his mane as though attempting to knock the awful situation away and clear his mind. He didn’t want to be mean to the mare, really he didn’t, but it was going to be hard to knock off the snark now. She had brought this on herself, just like he warned, but a critique of her parenting skills and intelligence wasn’t going to help her get through the next 24 hours and he knew full well how a lack of sympathy in this situation could be more detrimental than anything. As a frightened colt ripped away from everything he knew, Lori and Sam the heeler and their condescending, sarcastic attitude had done him no favours and he didn’t want to become them in turn, taunting a new generation of newbie.
No, he needed tact now more than anything.
Slowing down, JD planted himself next to the fence as close to the two new arrivals as he could, watching the two humans with a very surly expression. Hopefully they’d both clear off immediately. Their presence was causing more harm than good now and he’d like to be able to talk to the brum- well, former brumbies without them two giving the horses more heart attacks. |
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Post by tingara on Jan 17, 2009 12:44:16 GMT
Finally the woman got the colt in with its mother, god that girl was slow. Sam rolled his eyes and began to trace his fingers along the burn lines on his palms where he’d been holding the rope. Swearing a bit he found it stung like hell, something he probably should have known without having to touch it but hey it was the middle of the night and Sam was tired now even more than before.
With a sweeping glance the wrangler checked on the carrot-top colt in another pen and JD, his new stallion. The buckskin was looking rather wound up but that was to be expected after all that commotion. “It’s alright boy,” he yawned half-heartedly before turning back into the hut and collapsing back onto his floor bed. All in all it had been an extremely successful day indeed.
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