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California Gold Rush - The California Trail by Song-Wolf-Farm, literature
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California Gold Rush - The California Trail
"She knows the gate, at least walking in without a rider. Be careful. Don't be stupid." She told Chad, as she tightened the light training saddle.
"Got it. Don't worry, I'm not an idiot when I'm in the saddle." He quickly responded, as he hoisted himself up. The day prior, he spent in the filly's stall with Myrianna. They had bathed her, brushed her coat out, and cleaned her hooves, in a getting to know you kind of day. She sparkled like a brand new penny, it was a little sad she wasn't heading to a show.
"So you're admitting to being an idiot out of the saddle?" She smirked, as she walked alongside her filly as he walked her to
A New Approach by AntiqueFyreStables, literature
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A New Approach
Day one. Time to see what the beasts could do, was the thought in Beckett’s head as she approached a paddock that was currently empty. She was so unused to a stable having grooms who were responsible for fetching horses for their training and keeping them fit and happy while they weren’t hitting the track. While leaning against the sturdy, metal fencing, her mind wandered to thoughts of Isaac in the office—coordinating training with races, maintaining piles of paperwork that verified ages, bloodline, health, and all such things. His passion for the sport being locked away behind a computer screen and a desk. Quickly, she was jolted from her stupor by the greeting call from one of the various employees whose name Beckett had yet to learn. Despite not being a trainer, he still wore sturdy riding style pants and paddock boots, a polo and an unzipped rain jacket. In his hand was the lead for a svelte, dark bay colt. Tall, but not Sherlock tall, with long legs and a kind, inquisitive face.
West Coast, Honey | Railbirds by AntiqueFyreStables, literature
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West Coast, Honey | Railbirds
“Hey, Luz, you’ll never guess where I’m calling you from,” Jain Pender exclaimed into their cellphone, staring at the vast, Pacific ocean. “Let me think...Timbuktu?” she responded sarcastically. It was a school night for Luz, and it was nights like this where she was pouring over her chemistry homework that she envied Jain’s free-wheeling lifestyle. “Im in Oregon! I was invited to Palomar Farms to help them train some of their thoroughbreds! They saw me with Fortune and thought it would be good training to get a different jockey on the horses for a little bit!” “Jay, that’s amazing! They’re huge in the racing association! Well, don’t let me keep you. Take advantage of this! Who knows the next time you’ll get this kind of opportunity. Take it sleazy!” Luz adulated before hanging up to jealously return to her paper and pencil work. Jain did a small dance of excitement before trotting off to the barn where the younger horses were kept. A lot of the horses on the property were widely
Hidden Agendas and Secrecy by Song-Wolf-Farm, literature
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Hidden Agendas and Secrecy
Myrianna's life never lead her anywhere. Her mother died before the two of them could really form a bond. She couldn't imprint something from her mother onto herself so young. Once she got older and people who knew her mother well had told her stories, she started seeing the similarities they had. She was kindhearted, always offering advice or a hug when needed. She loved drawing, especially things in motion or distorted. She'd look at knots in the wood and see something else entirely. Her mother was that way too, she drew what her eye saw, not what she should see. Her mother had dreams for her future. She wanted to raise Arabian horses,
