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    05-01-2011, 11:04 PM
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Green Broke
Post Whinny - A Story

BEEP BEEP BEEP. I’m up and out of bed quicker than lightning.It’s Saturday, my favorite day. Saturday means I get to go to the barn and spend all day with my horse Daisy. I pull on some jeans, not checking to see if they are dirty or not, they’ll surely be dirty later, grab a t-shirt out of the closet and run down stairs. By the smell of the coffee Mom is up, but nowhere inside. Dad’s at work like normal. I grab a water from the fridge and a fruit and grain bar out of the pantry and head out the door.

Mom is outside in the garden checking all the vegetables. She calls out to me as I head for my truck, “Bye, Whinny, call if you’re going to be home for dinner!” She doesn’t even have to ask where I’m going. “Ok Mom! Love you!!” I yell back. My boots are already in the truck so I crank it up and head down the road. I turn the radio on to my favorite country music station and roll the windows down, enjoying the breeze. It’s almost summer time in Texas, which means that it’s only going to get hotter. It doesn’t bother me much, I like the heat.

I pull into the long drive of the Lewis Ranch looking for Daisy’s spotty butt in her turnout. As soon as she hears my truck her head shoots up. She knows the rumble of the diesel engine means that I’m here and that she’ll be getting some treats. I hear her whinny at me as I get out of the truck and sit on the ground to pull my boots on. I always get made fun of at the barn for my boots. They’re old, perfectly worn in cowboy boots. I wear them everywhere. Even when I’m riding English like I have been more recently. I was raised up riding Western, but I was getting bored of the same ole thing. I decided to try my hand at jumping. I fell in love with the feeling of soaring over the jumps, just you and your horse flying. I feel invincible for those few seconds. I’ll always be a cowgirl though, even in breeches.

The barn I keep Daisy at is an all discipline barn. It’s huge as well. There are more than 70 stalls, 50 of them are for boards like me, the rest are for the owners breeding program. The Lewis’ raise and train Quarter Horses and Paints. They’re sold to all different kinds of people. I’ve seen their horses competing in almost every discipline. They have a son, Andrew, who I have never met. He’s off at college and I have only been boarding at their place for a couple of months. I have seen pictures of him in the office though. All the girls here swoon over him. I’ll admit though, he is pretty cute. And he can ride.

I don’t have time for boys anyways. Between training Daisy for show jumping and school and trying to get into college I barely even have time to breathe. Oh, but today is Saturday. And it’s devoted solely to Daisy. I grab her halter off the hook by her stall and head out to the turnouts. I can already see her waiting, hanging her head over the gate. Her kind of spotted coat shines and her poor pathetic Appaloosa mane stands nearly straight up like a mohawk. I giggle at her goofy head shake. She’s getting impatient.

She nickers softly when I reach the gate and I give her a peppermint as I slide the halter over her mottled nose. Leading her back up to the barn I feel proud that she is mine. She may not be the best looking, perfectly conformed horse in the world, but she has more heart and try that any horse I know. I feel as if she’s give her life for me if I asked.

Then I do see one of the best looking horses in the world. He’s a Hanoverian and he belongs to my best friend Lexy. His name is MidKnights Sorrow, Knight for short. He’s solid black with a tiny white star on his forehead and stands 17 hands high exactly. Poor 15.1hh Daisy looks like a pony next to him. Leading Knight is my best friend. She stands 5’5 with long black, silky hair, ice blue eyes and a perfectly proportioned body. The 2 of them together look like they belong on the cover of “Horse People” magazine. They rule the show ring ever time they enter. She’s jumping up to 4ft courses and winning.

“Hey!” Lexy says as she walks up, “How bout we start today off with a trail ride?” “That’s the best thing I’ve heard all day.” I reply. She ties Knight up and starts grooming him and I do the same with Daisy. We are 2 very different people with 2 very different horses. I was raised in a typical neighborhood, spent summers on my grandparent’s ranch learning the ways of the land and fueling my love for horses. She lives in a huge house with maids and nannies. Her parents are hardly ever around and for that I feel bad for her. She has spent almost every holiday since we met in 6th grade with my family.

Lexy is a fireball, that's for sure. She lets nothing stand in her way and allways gets what she wants. She has a temper and a mouth on her, which has gotten her in trouble more than once. But she's a good person with a huge heart, and an attitude to match. We even each other out. I'm more laid back, I take things as they come and don't let too much upset me. I'm about 5'8 and a bit thicker than Lexy. I have reddish brown hair and brown eyes. Like I said, complete opposites.

We mount up and head out towards the miles of trails that weave through the thousands of acres that make up the Lewis Ranch. She and I are both riding in our jumping saddles, cause the trails have natural and man made obsticales throughout them. Daisy is calm and relaxed but with alert eyes. Beside us Knight trembles and dances from hoof to hoof. Once we get on the trail he calms down and starts to walk steadily. We round a bend in the trail to my favorite section. It's a wide, cleared area about a quarter mile long. Theres a creek that runs through it where you can choose either a bridge or water crossing, there are log jumps, hay bale jumps, brush jumps and fences. They're all diffrent sizes for all riders to enjoy.

Lexy and I look at eachother grinning. She kicks Knight up into a canter headed for the 3'6 fence jump that's her favorite. I watch her clear it perfectly. She turns back towards me, laughing. I cue Daisy into a canter and turn towards the haybale jumps. It's 2 jumps that are 3 strides apart, the first is 2 round bales buried about half way underground. Their tops make a nice rolltop like jump and stand at 3ft. The next jump is a couple square bales stacked up and stands about 2'6.

We canter towards them and I collect Dasiy, keeping her from rushing. We take the first jump and it feels perfect. As we land I get her ready for the next jump which we get a little too close to which causes me to get a little bit ahead of her, not bad, but not perfect. When we land I see someone up ahead of us. It's a boy about my age, he's riding a beautiful grulla colored horse. Lexy is saying something about school and the boy she likes and hasn't noticed him. He turns and rides back into the woods before I can get her attention.

"Did you see that guy?" I ask her. "Where?" she says, glancing around. "He was over there on the other side of the creek." She didn't see him. We ride across the water and down the trail that he took a for a little while, but he's vanished.


More to come!!!!!!
     
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    05-02-2011, 04:14 PM
  #2
Banned
Good story! The beginning was a little err rocky... I mean like it just started out as a regular story but I like the boy part, very mysterious. Keep going! AND, ummm well more detail. I mean some parts are detailed but some are a little not so. I hope I'm not offending you. I think you have talent!!!
     
    05-02-2011, 04:24 PM
  #3
Super Moderator
Pretty good so far!!
     
    05-02-2011, 04:49 PM
  #4
Yearling
I have to agree. Keep it coming but do give more detail.
     

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