Clip Clop

[chey]

Brookie Canter and saw the jump and golloped a little and jumped it and golloped more.

[mustang5jk2]

I bred to each of the mares once more before grazing, looking out at my surroundings.

[ღGraceღ]

The two mares moved about calmly and collectively, knowing their job, for they had been bred before.

Jake leaned close to the neck of his pinto mare, her mane lapping at his tanned face, laughing, he leaned closer, as they cleared the jump, with inches to spare, he lost a stirrup, collecting it again, quickly he regained his control.

[chey]

Brookie slew down she never jumped in her life and it felt good.She looked around and put her head to the ground and snabed some grass.

[ღGraceღ]

Jake had remembered the awful summer when his little mare had nearly died, years afterward was when he finnally saw the flicka again, now a full-fleged mare. He stroked her neck and let her snack.

[chey]

Brookie grabed a little more and walked.She loved Jake on her and wished to see more of him.She walked a little and saw somthing in her path and moved quickly.

[ღGraceღ]

Jake was almost thrown with the quickness and agile movement of the mare. He gathered his reins and dis-mounted, looking about, he re-mounted and asked Brookie for a calm and collected walk.

[chey]

She walked and keeped her eye on the thing that spooked her.It was a bag.And when the wind came by it made a noise.Brookie moved quickly agian and started trotting.She slew down into a walk.

[mustang5jk2]

I ran along the fence, trying to find some flaw in the humans perfect contraption. From the pasture, I watched the horse and human go by, saw the mare shy from a bag. I shook my head in disgust, if they had been wild they wouldn't have been afraid. I turned about and continued to search my new surrounding, sticking close to the fence as my only guide.

[chey]

Brookie saw the stallion and nickered and then walked a little ways and snabed a bite of grass and walk some more.She loved the feeling of jake on her back.She wish that he could take her to his new home to see his wife.

[mustang5jk2]

I saw her nicker to me and rolled my eyes that such a domesticated horse would try to attempt a friendship with me. I pawed at the ground in response, snorting angrily.

[chey]

Red looked out and saw the stallion and then nickered to his mother.He has not been trained and could become wild if they don't train him.But Red want to be like this stallion.It looked like fun to him running around doing nothing but protceting a herd .

Brookie nickered back.

[mustang5jk2]

I looked for the source of the neigh, finding a second equine with similar features as the mare, assumably her son. I watched him look at me and quessed he was dreaming of what it would be to have no limitations, to watch over a herd. But this colt would never be wild, he was just as his dam. I ran along the fence until I came back to the gate, stopping and staring out of it as though willing it to open itself. I ran against it a couple of times, but seeing it would not move, retreated from it. I found no satisfaction in grazing, not as much curiosity as to my surroundings. I thought of where I had come from and wandered to that part of the fence, trying to see across the hills before me. My small herd of about 6 mares had scattered after my orders were given, and were probably reassembling now, wondering where I was. I let out a shrill cry to them, begging them to come for me, come back to my protection. But after a few moments, no sounds were heard. I was here in this pasture, abandoned.

[chey]

Red Nickered to him.He started bucking he was going to be wild like this stallion nad never be riden ever.

[mustang5jk2]

((is he in a stall or in the pasture or what?))

I looked over to the younger one who had called to me. Seeing that maybe this one was not as goody goody as his dam, I neighed to him.