So now I've put it in a word document and I'm setting it out in chapters. When the story is done I'll post it from the beginning, edited with chapters.Photo's will be coming soon in the next part of the story. It's now about 4700 words. I'm going to start making it a better quality of writing too. I've sort of been slacking off
Amy did not want to do competitive dressage anymore. She knew she could bring Elara to higher levels and she didn't want to do something just to spite Sandra; she wanted to do what she really
wanted to do: classical dressage. Amy did not know of any classical dressage trainers in Alberta, never mind Canada; or even in North America. Maybe she could go to a few clinics if any trainers came near. It would have to be a learning experience for both her and Elara.
“We’re going to try something new Ellie” said Amy. “Now I’m going to go ask John your real breed.” Chapter Seven:
Amy walked over the the ranch house where John was. She knocked on the door and John answered.
“Oh, Hi Amy!” he said
“Hi John, can I talk to you about Elara? She asked.
“Ya, sure come on it” He replied, quite confused by this. Amy walked into the small living room and sat down on the couch. “So what is it you would like to know?” he asked.
“Is Elara full mustang?” she asked.
“I’m not sure, it’s what she looks like to me, but I’m no specialist on breeds. I thought that brand she had was a mustang brand” said John.
“Where did you get her?” asked Amy, she was now more convinced that Elara wasn’t a mustang at all.
“I got her at an auction for $200 along with a gelding last year” he said.
“So there isn’t really a way to find out, unless that brand can tell us, do you know anyone who knows a lot about branding?” she asked.
“Yes, I’ll call him up right now, he lives only ten minutes away” Said John as he grabbed the phone. As he was dialling the number he said to Amy “I never though of checking into her breed”. He called his friend Doug Millar to come over and in a few minutes he was driving up the drive way. He was in an old, green pick up truck that he had to slam the door to close.
“Hey John!” he said.
“Hey Doug, Amy’s just gone to get her horse, we’d like you to have a look at her brand”Said John.
“ Well I sure do know a lot about brands” he replied.
Amy brought her mare over and introduced herself. Then Doug looked at the brand for a good two minutes, as if he was trying to remember something.
He said “Why Amy, you’ve got yourself a fine horse. She’s got Spanish bloodlines straight from Spain. She may only be half, but she looks full Andalusian to me. I’d say she’s registered full andalusian. She’s worth over twenty thousand dollars, this brand is from one of the best breeders in Spain. “ said John.
“But I thought that andalusians didn’t come in Grulla” said amy
“She is no grulla, she is grey. She has no dorsal stripe and her ears are light” said Doug. “How did you get your hands on her John?.
John was staring at Doug with his mouth gaping open is surprise. “Well I-I g-got her at an auction for two hundred dollars”
“Ya cudda made lotsa money of this one. Amy you’re very lucky to have this horse”. Said Doug
When Amy got home she told her parents about the news and that she was going to do Classical dressage and that it was perfect. She was overjoyed and exited. As she was telling them in the living room she saw that something was wrong. They were just looking at her and as she looked at them she saw them look down.
“What’s wrong?” Amy asked. She was very alarmed. “Mom, Dad what’s wrong??”
“We are very disappointed in you Amy. How could you take advantage of John like that? We could have paid full price for that horse. He just called and told use about this little scheme you had to get her for such a low price”
“What???” yelled Amy. “I Bought her thinking she was a poorly bred mustang! I still have the ad with me. I’ll go get it”
She went to the room and got the ad and showed it to her parents and said “I seriously thought she was a mustang. John is the one who is lying, he just wants the money from this mare because he wasn’t smart enough to check her brand. If I could afford her why wouldn’t I pay for it? You trust me more than that..don’t you?”
“Amy” said her mom, “we believe you, I’m sorry we doubted you. I see what is going on now and I want you and your horse to move stables immediately”.
Amy was both angry and relieved. She was glad her parents believed her but she couldn’t believe what John was doing.
“I’ll go look at some stables right now” said Amy. Chapter Eight:
Amy searched for stables in her area, hopefully one that was still close to home. She was on her laptop in her bedroom. She found a few stables that she liked called Stony Brook Farms and Pine Ridge Stables. She had already heard about these stables, they were quite nice but they were really big, lesson stables that were farther north near the city. She really liked small private stables. Amy lived out of the city in a very large house and she had acres and acres of land. That was when the thought hit her, why shouldn’t she just keep the mare on her land. She could buy a few retired horses and keep them as buddies for Elara, or maybe even another horse to train-maybe a few rescues.
She jumped up from her chair and yelled “MOM! DAD! Can I keep her here?”
“What is that stable called?” Her mom replied from the kitchen.
on our property!” said Amy.