Not Easily Broken
So this is just a story I've been working on a whim, I'm board and have nothing else to do ;)
Criticism is encouraged!!!
Andria Wilden stood in the Big Barn entry way, her willowy frame slumped against the wooden door with a pitchfork in hand. It was four O'clock on a Saturday afternoon and Andria had been working at Wild River Farm since noon. Her instructor's jacked up pick up and five horse trailer was due to pull in at any moment, carrying a few new arrivals from a farm about an hour's drive north. Andria had wanted to come, but Amberly had made it clear she needed extra help at the farm. A potential new student was coming out for a tour at 4:15 and Amberly wanted Andria at the farm if she was late and the student arrived. Andria raised a sticky, hot arm to her perspiring forehead, wiping across it in attempt to clear the sweat away. It was a brutally hot September 7th, and Andria hoped that the heat wouldn't last long.
As if on cue to her prompt thoughts, the rumble of Amberly's black pickup truck pulling down the driveway shook Andria out of her slight daze. She regripped her pitchfork and turned around to go hang it in it's proper place on the wall next to the tack room. By the time she had arrived back to the barn entrance, Amberly had the truck in park and was stepping out. Her tanned, tall body was in blinged out blue jeans, cowgirl boots, and a white tank top. "Andria, Come here." Amberly said, making her way to the trailer. Andria nodded eagerly, and walked swiftly to join her instructor. "How did it go?" she asked, looking up at the tall woman. Amberly sighed out a short, sharp breath through her nose, an undecided expression on her pursed lips. "Better than expected, but some of those geldings were hellions. You can help unload," Amberly said in that imposing way of hers, deftly unbolting the latch and swinging the door open. Andria felt excitement surge up her throat. Amberly was intimidating, Andria still thought that even after eight years of being around her. If she thought that Andria could handle 'hellion' horses, well just the thought of it made Andria happier than a clam. "Take the pinto and the bay." Amberly ordered with a light gesture to the trailer, standing off to the side with a slender arm resting on a cocked hip. Andria acknowledged her instructor with a happy nod.
Walking up the ramp, Andria did a double take at the sight of the pinto. He was a gorgeous black and white with a wavy, long mane and spirited, dark brown eyes that peered at her through a tangled black forelock. He whickered softly, his feathery ears pricked towards her. Sweat, from the heat presumably, shone slick on his neck and shoulders. Andria offered a hand to the gelding. "Hiya handsome," she murmured, combing her fingers slowly through the gelding's messy forelock once he had finished brushing his whiskery muzzle across her palm, seemingly fine with Andria touching him. "Aren't you a looker?" she sweet talked him, undoing the red lead rope that was tied in a quick-release knot. His ear flickered towards her, throwing his head reasonably. "And you know it, too!" Andria laughed, gently cuing him to back up once the lead rope was undone. The gelding backed up perfectly, not skipping a beat as his hooves skid slightly down the ramp. "Amberly! Who is this!?" Andria fantasized, leading the gelding in a leisure circle. Amberly chuckled slightly. "You'll love his name," she said, glancing at the gelding thoughtfully. "It's Jeffry."
"Jeffry!?! Who names a horse that!?! Amberly, please don't make this poor horse have to put up with being called Jeffry for the rest of his life!!!" Andria protested, patting Jeffry's neck protectively as she walked him in a few more circles, carefully aware of the horse next to her. The gelding - Andria decidedly refused to call him Jeffry - was prancy and curious, his elegant head swinging right and left and his long legs skitting around. This brought an even more genuine laugh from Amberly, something that wasn't an everyday sight. "Well, he's only four. According to Vince Shaw, he's only been under saddle for six months. He couldn't have been 'abused' long. If you can come up with a better name for him, then you can put poor Jeffry out of his misery," Amberly proposed, an amused expression on her tanned face. Andria beamed. "Thank you, Amberly-" the rest of Andria's sentence was cut off by a car purring down the gravel driveway. The second it was in park, a tall blond girl stepped out of the passenger seat and slammed the door behind her, causing the gelding to spook. Andria didn't even have time to scowl at the girl before Jeffry reared, the whites of his eyes rolling. "Woah!!! Easy, easy boy, Shhhhhh," Andria soothed, immediately giving the rope slack.