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Post by denvermaine on Sept 12, 2010 18:47:17 GMT -5
 Denver Maine[/size] ♥ {Maybe we forgot, all the things we are, when we are together.}[/center] Denver crossed to the center of the arena...[/size][/color] Bullet followed beside her, faithful and loyal. It had been a long morning for the both of them. Denver was awaken at 6:30 by Alaska and Seattle who were needing a ride to school. Their parents were out of town for the weekend on a long cattle drive so Denver was left in charge. Their parents would be back sometime soon. She was exhausted from the long night before of studying for her Chemistry class in the nearby college. "Denny, wake up. We have to be to school in like, twenty minutes." Seattle said nudging her older sister. "Fine, okay. Go get in the truck I'll be down in five." She replied, not even half awake yet. Groaning she rolled out of bed after her sisters left the room, pulling on some jeans, a high school t-shirt, and her boots. Looking at herself in the mirror she replied, "We have some serious work to do my friend." And pulled her hair up walking out the door. Seattle had filled up Denver's coffee mug and set it on the counter, she grabbed it and headed out to the truck. After taking them to school she came back home to get ready to go to Pinewood. Bullet had not been ridden for a while and Denver realized that she should go ride him and just have some fun with him today, maybe even try out barrel racing one more time. Bullet was at home for the night. Their house was along the Legendary Trail, so occasionally they rode the horses home for the night, for a good ride. And last night Seattle did just that. Denver decided that she was going to ride him back to Pinewood for a warm up and then start a good work out and then have Seattle come pick her up later that night.
[/size][/color] [/center] After getting ready for the day...[/size][/color] Denver headed outside to the small family barn. Inside was her mom's back up horse, Lenny. He was a strong thoroughbred, a retired race horse with a strong attitude. He was a handful and things had to go his way, or else. The Maine family always loved a challenge and Lenny gave her mom that chance. Then there was Alaska's horse, Addy. Short for Adrenaline. A welsh pony that was perfect for Alaska's short and petite stature. Addy was quiet and gentle, the complete opposite from Adrenaline. It was the irony that made everyone fall in love with the little bay pony that only reached a whopping 12 hands. But when it comes to jumping, Addy can almost out jump any pony her size. Then there was Buck, a mustang gelding the family recently adopted for Adam Maine. He was a crazy little Buckskin with a bi-polar personality. Nobody knew what he could do at any moment. He was unpredictable. And in the last stall Bullet whinnied playfully at the sight of his owner. "Hey there boy." Denver said with a smile as she kissed the large grey's nose. She let herself inside his stall and brushed him off, getting him ready for the long trail ride ahead.
[/size][/color] [/center] Bullet was saddled, and Denver was mounted...[/size][/color] Headphones in her ears, Denver, Bullet, and Buddy took off down the path. Buddy was Denver's dog, her sidekick. He was an obedient black, white, and grey Australian Shepherd that was never out of Denver's sight. He jogged along side of them, happy to go for a walk. Bullet liked to look all over the place when on a trail ride. Most people it bugged them that his head was always flying back and forth, and sometimes he would sway to the way he was looking. Of course it was a bad habit, but Denver thought it was cute. And it made him relaxed. The pine trees were large and seemed to engulf them onto the trail. There was always something to see when riding on the Legendary Trail. And even though it wasn't advised to go alone on the trail Denver felt like she knew it inside and out, and was comfortable riding on it. Besides she wasn't alone. She had two of the greatest companions anyone could ever ask for. A squirrel ran across the trail and Buddy launched after it. "BUDDY!" Denver yelled at the dog, "No!" She said and pointed her finger at him. Buddy sat and waited for them to catch up and then followed faithfully at their side for the rest of the ride. It took them an hour before they reached the clearing that led to Pinewood. Without hesitation she got off Bullet and led him to his stall and unsaddled him. She thought she might as well let him cool off for a bit before they began their work out. Denver gave him some fresh water, kissed his nose again and walked towards Chaz and Roxy. Chaz was two stalls down from Bullet, and Roxy was in the stall acrossed from Chaz.
[/size][/color] [/center] Chaz greeted her with a whinny...[/size][/color] And Roxy greeted Denver with a stomp of her hoof. "Good morning my loves." Denver said looking at them both. She grabbed some hay and filled their feed buckets and then gave them some fresh water as well. After taking care of her horses she walked up to the loft and sat down while Buddy curled up next to her feet. Denver took a sip of her gatorade she took from home earlier and laid her head against the back of the couch. Closing her eyes she couldn't help but think about the awful migrane she had and how tired she was. Within minutes she fell asleep and stayed that way for about a half an hour before being rudely wakened, again. Buddy licked her cheek, and Denver opened her eyes slightly. She looked down at Buddy who was wagging his tail, happy to see her awake. He whimpered and jumped off her lap and ran around in a circle as if saying, "Lets go mom! I'm ready!" Denver laughed and stood up, catching her balance. "Alright, alright." Denver headed back to Bullet's stall and saddled him up once again, and walked with him to the Western practice ring. Barrels were already set up so she thought she would just have fun with it today. There they were in the center of the ring, she put her foot in the stirrup and attempted to hoist herself up. She forgot to tighten the cinch, and ended up following right down on her behind.
[/size][/color][/center] She looked around embarrassed to see if anyone had seen, only to blush when she saw who was watching... [/size][/color][/center] CREDITS:
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Post by trevor on Sept 13, 2010 22:14:32 GMT -5
Early... for most people it meant 7:00 or even 8:00... but to Trevor Dawson, early was any time before 4:30 in the morning... and sleeping in was getting up at 5:00. Today was his day off from work, but unlike most sane people, he didn't take it as an opportunity to get more than three hours of sleep at night and get up long before the sun. Instead, he took it as an opportunity to go to work anyway and take care of the things he normally did at the barn and save Anthony the work. He'd learned a long time ago that there were multiple ways to get in Anthony's good graces. Granted, Anthony wasn't a mean person in any way... in fact he was quite the opposite and was possibly the nicest human on the face of the earth... but being the head racing trainer at Pinewood was a job he took very seriously, and Trevor figured it couldn't help to stock up on the good graces to counteract anything he might do wrong in the near future.
So, like every other day, he was up at 4:30, dressed and ready to go, coffee in hand, dog on his heels. He was at the barn by 5:00, had the three thoroughbreds turned out by 5:15, stalls cleaned by 5:45, tack looking as good as new by 6:30, horses in by 7:00, and all the feeding and leg wrapping done by 8:00. Efficiency was something he had learned from Anthony while apprenticing with him. The guy didn't waste a second of time. If you had a question or wanted to talk to him, you had sure as hell better be good at walking and talking, because Anthony wasn't going to stand around and wait. Since then it was just natural for him to do everything as efficiently as he knew how. If there was a "shortcut" that worked just as well as the long way round, you could bet he knew it.
Of course, now that the horses were all taken care of, and he didn't to take Temp out on the track today since it was the horses' day off as well... he just didn't know what to do with himself anymore. Normally he was busy doing something with the horses until at least noon, and then there was scheduling and all that other fun paperwork that needed doing... but today, there were no stacks of papers, and no schedules to keep... without those two things, he was almost like a fish out of water. For the past several years it had gone on this way. Work just about all day every day until the occasional day off came, and when it did, he never really did anything with that time. Yes, Trevor was a special case... but there weren't really all that many people in town that were his age, and he was so busy working that he didn't really have time to meet the ones that were around, meaning he had basically no friends to call and do things with.
So what else could he do, other than something with his horse? Mostly, Trevor was only into thoroughbreds and the racing world. Not that he didn't appreciate the other types of riding, he just wasn't as into it as he was with racing... but a little quarab gelding had founds his way into Trevor's heart a few years ago at a barn auction when the owners couldn't afford the horses or the track anymore. Formerly used as a pony horse, the black equine was among those to be sold at a very low price due to age and lack of ability to work anymore. No one was bidding, and Trevor felt bad for him, afraid he'd end up at some canner, and bought him for only $500. He could still be ridden, but after several injuries, he couldn't do much more than walk with an occasional trot and very brief canter thrown in every once in a long while so long as he was on good soft but firm footing where he couldn't hurt himself easily.
So Trevor decided to take the old horse out for a while. It didn't take long to get Cav saddled and ready to go with a lightweight western saddle, an extra saddle pad for his comfort, and a hackamore. Now that he was so calm and settled with his age, it didn't take much at all to control the horse. Once all this was completed, he lead the horse out of the barn and into the morning sunlight outside. Because the horse wasn't shod and Trevor was always especially careful with him, he generally only rode him in one of the arenas where the footing was plenty soft for his hooves, and typically the western arena was open more often than the English arenas were, so he headed in that direction. When he got there though, there was someone already there, and he paused a moment to watch as she got up on her horse... or tried to anyway.
The moment she lifted her weight off the ground, the saddle simply slid to the side and dropped her right back down on the ground. Needless to say, every rider would have a moment like that at some point in their life... but that didn't change how embarrassing it was. It was always much less humiliating when no one was around, and she was unlucky enough for it to happen just as he arrived. He couldn't help but smile and force down the chuckle that threatened to emerge before asking the question everyone always asked when you wound up falling on the ground. You alright? he asked, not horribly concerned. She hadn't fallen that hard and didn't look to be in much pain if any. Cav seemed completely unfazed by the girl and her horse and simply stood beside Trevor already looking half asleep. A few years ago he might have gotten all riled up at something to simple as that, but not anymore. [/size] |
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Post by denvermaine on Sept 18, 2010 2:11:55 GMT -5
Denver looked up at the stranger; a slight sigh came out of her mouth...[/size][/color] “Yeah, I’m good thanks.” She said almost blushing. It took a lot for her to get embarrassed. She was never one to feel awkward or embarrassed easily, but when it came to messing up with riding, it was absolutely humiliating. Denver grew up on horses and she was good at riding, just about any kind. Of course every rider had their falls and mistakes, and to be honest she has had quite a few in her young years. The Maine’s trained a lot of horses in the past, so she was always involved somehow, resulting in lots of quality time with the ground and two hospital visits. She recalled training a young Thoroughbred gelding when she was 16. His name was Rowdy, and that wasn’t even half of what he was.
[/size][/color] [/center] Rowdy was a handful to say the least...[/size][/color] He was gorgeous, no doubt about that. An eighteen hands high, bay beauty, with a built but light body. He was bred to be a champion. His sire was a Kentucky Derby winner in ’99, Fusaichi Pegasus. Rowdy was a... special project for Denver. He started his training out well for the most part. He acted as any beginner did, a little bit hesitant and nervous. Soon after he got the hang of it, it became what he lived for. He became aggressive and ‘winner hungry’. You could tell after he lost a race that he was mad, it was in his eyes. Of course Denver just raced him for his training, she wasn’t a professional jockey and she didn’t exactly aspire to be one, but she had a special place in her heart for racehorses and their riders. [/size][/color] [/center] She remembers it like it was yesterday, a perfect October day...[/size][/color] A nice cool day with the bright fall colors exploding in all the trees. The red, orange, and yellow matched the horse’s attire. He was loaded at the gate, ready to make his time and he was anxious. Denver was ready to go, and as she let out a short breath the gate flew open and Rowdy launched forward. Denver’s father was timing and he witnessed the next event that almost kept her from even walking. He explained it magically, like it was unreal to watch which it was. Everything started out great, in slow motion almost. Denver’s hair flowing behind her, Rowdy’s legs barely even hitting the ground as if he was floating, their hearts beating as one, it was a vision that haunts his mind to this day. Then it happened, the gelding suddenly exploded, bucking and rearing, doing anything in his power to get her off, and fast. Denver was light so of course she went flying landing on her back as her head came flying back hitting the packed dirt beneath her. Then everything was a blur, and she woke up in the hospital a week later. She was in a coma with a broken pelvis and three months of healing ahead of her. But that never stopped her from her passion, and that has and always will be her love for horses. [/size][/color] [/center] Nobody knows why he did it, why he exploded but she never got to see Rowdy again...[/size][/color] He was sold a couple days later and hasn’t been heard of since. It makes her sad to think about it, because it could have been her fault. The wrong move could send the wrong signals to a racehorse and send them rampant. That was the last time Denver had trained a racehorse herself, but she loves the beauty and grace of horse racing. That’s one huge reason she loves Pine Hollow, the amount of racers that boarded there.After many falls, and two huge almost life altering accidents, it always made her a little weary to fall off a horse. Today’s fall wasn’t that bad, and she thanked God for that. Denver looked up at the guy who was standing above her. She leaned back on her wrists, and hoisted herself back onto her feet. She dusted off the pockets of her jeans and moved the hair out of her face. Extending her hand forward she introduced herself and Roxy, “I’m Denver Maine, and this here would be Roxy.” She said patting the soft mare. She looked him up and down, not in an ignorant way, just observing. He was tall. Dark. And Handsome. As cliché as it sounds he was just that, and of course she had no problem with it. Okay, maybe she did now that he just saw her eat dirt, quite literally. [/size][/color][/center] She looked back up to meet his eyes and smiled at him.... [/size][/color][/center] CREDITS:
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NOTES Sorry for the short post! I am having to use my phone right now, I promise a longer post next time. (:
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