08-17-2011, 04:17 PM
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During the rest of the ride, I actually found myself relaxing. Colt even persuaded me to trot and it wasn't too bad. Hate to admit it, but as big as horses are, they aren't as bad as they appear.
On Monday, I woke up to forks scraping on plates and Carlee running up and down the stairs, making a commotion. I looked at the clock and groaned, 7:30.
"Aren't you supposed to sleep in during Summer?" I mumbled to myself.
I went and took a shower then got dressed and went downstairs groggily. Mom was the only one in the kitchen, clearing the table.
"Morning, mom." I yawned. She threw a plate with toast on it infront of me. I ate it quickly and then ran outside.
Carlee was helping Dad get the trailer on the truck.
"Carlee, why'd you have to go about making so much noise? Isn't summer about sleeping in?" I demanded. To my surprize, Colt appeared from behind the truck,
"Morning." He said with a smile. My face went red,
"Morning, I didn't see you there."
"That's okay. Are you coming too?" He asked.
"Yes, she is." My dad interrupted me
"...I wasn't planning on it, dad."
"You have anything better to do?" He asked me
"So, you're coming! Besides, I want everyone in this family to pick and horse to call their own. That includes you, Colt." Dad insisted.
"Sir, you don't have to..."
"No, I want everyone to have one. Even if it's unridable, I don't want you coming here just to work. You need to think of this place as a cool place not just the place you work." My dad told him. Colt's eyes were wide with joy.
"I-I don't know what to say...Thank-you! Thanks a lot!" He stammered.
"My pleasure." Mom came out of the house at that time.
"Ready to hit the road?" She asked.
"Let's do it!" Carlee exclaimed. We piled into the truck, parents in the front, kids in the back. I offered to sit in the middle with Colt to my right and Carlee to the left. Dad blasted the country station on the radio and we all sang along, laughing.
When we got to the rescue barn, the first thing I noticed were the cutes on the horses. Most of them had matten manes and tails and cuts everywhere.
"Ah, you must be Greg. I'm Joe." A man said shaking my dad's hand. Dad introduced us to him and he went around shaking our hands. Joe was a bigger build- tall, and stocky with black hair and grey eyes.
"Irish Draft." Carlee whispered to Colt. He smiled. Joe, luckily, didn't seem to hear. He was already walking briskly towards the big barn. We followed him in.
There surprizingly weren't many horses in the barn. Only about 7 or 8. All were calm and had cuts all over them and bandages on their legs. On the other side of the barn there were paddocks and fields and round pens full of horses. Some eating peacefully, others just standing there.
As Joe rambled on about their programs and trainers, Colt stopped. I looked at him and saw him looking at a horse in one of the paddocks. He was eating hay and chasing the other horses away from his pile. Colt walked over to the paddock gate and watched him for a moment. I came over and stood beside him.
"You like that one do ya?" I asked him. He nodded,
"He looks like my old horse."
"Why don't you take him?"
"I am." The horse looked up at him curiously as if he knew we were talking about him. He was a liver chestnut Quarter Horse...Well, that's what my guess would be. Ever since my trail ride with Colt, I had been secretly researching horses in my room.
"Found your horse, Colt?" My mom asked. He nodded. "Me too." She said pointing to a Chestnut Tobiano, Paint grazing in the field.
**More's coming, the chapter isn't over!!**