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Post by ღGraceღ on Sept 5, 2006 17:49:57 GMT -5
The tall, twenty six year old walked 'twards the palomino mare's stall with a lavender and periwinkle halter and a lavender, periwinkle, and bluish pinkish palited lead rope. He opened the stall door and slowly walked in, scratching the mare behind her right ear, she nickered softly to her trusted "owner" that she had known since she could walk on her broken ankle again. He slipped the halter over the mare's head, tucking in her ears and latching the side strap. He clipped on the lead rope and led the mare out.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Sept 5, 2006 19:08:52 GMT -5
The trailer's right over here. Sasha said, watching Jake lead her out of the stall. She walked over and put the ramp down for the mare.
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Post by ღGraceღ on Sept 6, 2006 17:50:52 GMT -5
(That's Jake)
Jake led the golden mare into the large trailer, she didn't have a problem trailering. She stood for the farrier and tolerated going into a barn.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Sept 7, 2006 14:01:33 GMT -5
(sorry, busy lately.)
Sasha watched the mare loading and locked the trailer, opening the door at the front for Jake to come out.
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Post by ღGraceღ on Sept 12, 2006 17:40:11 GMT -5
(It's okay)
Jake walked out after patting the mare's neck fondly.She's a sweety. She'll make you a good horse. He said sweetly.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Sept 12, 2006 17:43:34 GMT -5
Sasha shut the door behind him and offered a smile.Yeah, I think she'll be real good. She said, looking through a window.Pleasure doing business with you, Jake.
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Post by ღGraceღ on Sept 12, 2006 19:05:47 GMT -5
You too Sasha. Jake said biting his lip and nodding.
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Post by mustang5jk2 on Sept 12, 2006 19:09:24 GMT -5
((hey, don't forget about Unfortunatley))
Sasha gave a quick nod and opened the truck, starting the engine and driving off.
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Post by ღGraceღ on Sept 13, 2006 7:07:29 GMT -5
(Oh yeah sorry Mustang)
Jake walked back to his office, he sat down and opened a copy of the RACERS JOURNAL and noticed that they had the new line of thoroughbred racers in there, he skimmed down the line and stopped suddenly at: Brookie's Red Dirt Road, is that really what he had registered his mare's colt as? There wansn't another "Brookie" to be found, he had done quite a bit of research. He shrugged of the thought of another Brookie and skimed the names some more.
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