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Esprit
Esprit, having no intentions in giving the stallions attention, noticed Fay’s deathly glare. That horse looks like she’s going to kill someone... I better show her to one of the runs. Esprit trotted up to Fay, nickered a hello, but wasted no time. “Follow me, this way.”  Esprit trotted along the south end of the pasture, headed towards the runs out in the back. Esprit, not bothering to turn and make sure the horse was following, said, “Clay is working on bringing the calves up around to the front cattle pastures, so the stallions are in the North pastures. Annoying- typical. These runs back here will give you some privacy. Nice wooded areas back there too. A pond, if you can find it.” Esprit nudged her head toward the thinning fence and said, “Just through there- Clay added it in there about a few months ago. The fence gets a bit narrow, but it’ll open up. If you ever want to get away from anyone there’s your key. No one hardly ever comes back here.” Esprit trotted away, still on a previous mission. She had to find Clay. They were supposed to be getting ready for a local show. A bunch of 2 year olds going head to head in timed events. Should be interesting. 

Fay
     Fay didn't say anything when the mare approached her, but she did follow. When Esprit showed her the area, Fay thanked her. It took a second to walk into the run, but she did. My oh my how it was beautiful. Once Fay thought she was far enough in, she decided to lay down. It was very peaceful, and she enjoyed it. Though, how would she know if someone was gonna take her somewhere for a ride, or training?

Trucker
Trucker Stepped Aside a Gelding, And A Cow was Placed In the Middle.. Trucker Rised his Head, And  Stood Still Till the Cow went Released.. Once the Cow Was Released, Trucker Went Onto his Hind Legs, and Went Forward, Pushing the Cow.. He was Much Faster than the Gelding.. Infact the Gelding was More Muscular and Experienced Than Him.. He'd Trip the Cow Purposely Making the Cow Slow Down, as William Roped the Cows Neck, and The Man On the Gelding Roped the Cows Legs.. The Cow Went Down, As Trucker Stopped, and Dirt Flew Across the Arena.. Marks Formed In the Sand, Leaving Hoof Prints, and Holes From his Stop.. William Infact Almost Flew Forward But Stayed On.. " Woah! Nice Stallion William!'.. Trucker Rose His Head to a Person who Yelped That Out.. They Broke The Ropes Loose, as They let a Rougher Cow Into the Box.. Trucker Went once Again, as A Bull Was In this Time... The Bull Still Had it's Horns On Which was Risky.. The Cow was Released, When Trucker Went hard Against The Bull, Pushing It..  The Gelding was left Behind As he once Again Couldn't Catch Up With Trucker.. Trucker Bit the Bull, As the Bull Did a Sharp Turn, And About Pierced Trucker In the Side.. Fact, The Bull's Sharp Horns Flicked His Muscular Shoulder, Making it Bleed.. Luckily it wasn't Bad.. William Roped the Cow, And Wrapped it Around the Horn.. Trucker Pinned His Ears, And Showed The Bull Something of His Own Medicine. Trucker Ran Up Against the Cow, And Pulled Out Infront of The Cow, Doing a Sudden stop.. William Tried Pulling Him Back, But Then Tucker Suddenly Lifted His Head Down as the Bull Ran Towards Him.. The Man On the Gelding Wasn't Able to Catch Up to the Bulls Aggressive Actions.. the Bull Lowered His Head and Pointed His Horns at Trucker.. Trucker Grinned, as The Cow Came Into An Inch Away, Trucker Let his Legs Go Under Him, as His Head Flashed Against the Bulls Chest.. Trucker Bit His Leg, and Pushed His Musuclar Legs Forward.. He'd Lift the Bull Backwards Making it Fall Down Onto it's Back.. Trucker Snorted.. His Nostrils Flared, as William Broke the Rope From a Emergency Let-Down.. Trucker Lifted His Head Down.. As He Heard Gasp and a Few Curses Coming From The Riders From Behind.. The Bull Got Up and Ran to His Herd Near the Box.. William Yelled "Jesus Christ Trucker?! What the Hell was that?!  ` `William Laughed, as He Patted Truckers Neck "Not Part of the Plan, but That Was Hella Awesome Dude."... Trucker Snickered, as Everyone Quit Their Horses.. All the Horses were Sweaty Including Trucker.. Trucker was handed to Lanie, As he was Un-tacked and Hosed Down.. 

Lanie
Lanie Noticed his Bleeding From the Bull.." Ah! What Happened Here?" Lanie Grabbed Some Ointment and Gloves.. She'd put on the Gloves, and Rubbed Some Ointment On it, and Wrapped the Scar.. She'd Pat Him, Throwing the Gloves off.. " Hey! Go Put Trucker with the Mares. I've been Watching Him, and He won't Do Anything, Honestly, i don't even know if he knows his a Stallion. ` `William Yelled From Afar.. Lanie Went Surprised, and Raised An Eyebrow Unsure of This Idea.. But she had to Go Along.. She'd Put Trucker In the Pasture with the Two Mares In Which were Farther down the Pasture.. Lanie Patted His Neck and Shrugged " Wish You Luck my Dude."

Trucker
Trucker Twitched his Ear, and Trotted Down to the Mares to Figure out what they were Doing.. He'd Smile, Flicking His Tail "Hello Ladies!" Trucker Snickered as He Stared at The Strawberry Roan Mare and This Bay Mare.. He'd Whisk His Shoulder, Awaiting for the Mares Answers.

Esprit
Esprit tossed her mane and let out a snort. “Since when do they let stallions out here?” Esprit asked, agitation visible in her eyes. Although sour, she introduced herself. “Esprit, I don’t believe we’ve met.” She studied the stallion, who seemed younger- in fact, still growing. He wasn’t the largest horse on the ranch, but he seemed to carry his weight well. She watched a woman walk away near the entrance of the pasture, and guessed she was the master schemer. Esprit lightened her mood when she remembered this was a new horse- one she hadn’t yet met. The ‘new’ older horses tended to be one sided and dull, so it took Esprit a minute to come back into her usually chipper attitude. 

Trucker
Trucker Dipped His Head, Flicking His Tail Back and Forth At the Flies.. Trucker Ended Up Stepping Back A Step As he wasn't So Sure about the Older Mare.. Although She was Just Nearly a Year Older Than Him, He Could Find Himself Catching Up quick to the Mares Height.. As He was Estimated to be 17.9-18 HH, and Was Currently Only 16.2 HH.. He'd put Back On his Smile " Nice to Meet You Esprit.. I'm Trucker."

Fay
     Fay got up, and walked to where Esprit was. She was confused. Why would they put a stallion in with the mares? She knew Trucker wasn't like the other stallions, but it was still strange. "What happened to your shoulder?" Fay asked with a bit of a worried tone when she saw the bandage. "Oh," she hesitated,"I don't believe I ever told you my name Esprit. I'm Fay." she said shyly. Fay kept on thinking why Trucker was placed in the same pasture, but she knew they were up to something. "Is it just me or do you think those humans are up to something by placing Trucker in here?" she said with the words coming straight from her mouth without her thinking. 

Esprit 
“One of them is up to something.” She muttered, “They’re testing their luck.” Esprit nodded to acknowledge Trucker, gave him a friendly horse smile, and trotted away to go find Clay. He needed to get her ready for the show the next day, and she wanted to find out what was up. 

Clay
Just as Esprit whinnied from the pasture, he went to fetch her to get her ready for the show. He’d hooked up the truck and trailer, loaded everything up, and the only thing left was getting Esprit ready. Clay had been to shows before, but never with Esprit. “This oughta be interesting.” He brushed her down, combed out her mane and tail, and continued on to get her looking at least decent. 

Esprit
Clay loaded Esprit into the trailer at 4:00 am sharp the next day. Check in and events started at 7:00 am, so Clay wanted to be there a few hours early to get ready. They arrived at the grounds around 4:40 and were checked in by 5:00. This is it Esprit, show me what ya got. The air was stale, and the pair warmed up in the early morning light. Events were in less than an hour and a half...

Fay
     Fay turned around and slowly walked over to a part of the paddock fence. She sighed, and kept her head halfway to the ground. She missed her old home. Her friends, her parents, everything. It was so different here, and she always wondered why she was put up for sale. Even though this place was very nice, I mean high class. Any horse would be happy to live somewhere like this, but it just wasn't the same. Maybe I'll see them again? She thought to herself. Fay laid down underneath the oak tree once again. The stallions were back at it, but she couldn't hide from them forever.

Trucker
Trucker Twitched his Ear and Then Smirked, Standing tall for his Accomplishment "A Bull Attacked me.. But Than i gave it a Taste of It's Own Medicine.  Trucker Flicked his Tail.. Trucker Walked Threw the Forest, Quite Interested " You Mares got quite the Massive Pasture Here... " Trucker Snickered Taking off some leaves as he Past some trees... He'd Lift his Head and Lanie Came Running Over

Lanie
" Oh Dear God! I Didn't Realize William Was Joking?! "Lanie ran down to trucker, Leading him from the Pasture, and Into the Pasture with a Few Geldings, and a Cow.. Lanie Patted Trucker, and Took a Deep Breath to catch her breath.. "Gee.. I Really got to stop taking sarcasm seriously."

Fay
     "It's alright," Fay said before she walked away. When Lanie came over to get Trucker, it seemed as though it was a misunderstanding, but she still felt like there was something going on with those humans. The filly kept in her mind, but didn't think about it for long. She stood up, and decided to go for a gallop. Doing this helped to clear her mind, and eventually she started to feel better. Fay seemed to be galloping in circles along the paddock for a hour. It seemed to help, and she was glad it did. Though, Fay felt like something was missing from her life, but what was it? Maybe she'll find it here? Probably not she thought.
     Elijah came, and led Fay into her stall for the night. She ate her grain, and when finished she stuck her head out of her stall. She couldn't sleep that night, as it was only her second night at this place. Oh how different this place was for Fay. From city to country, and poor to rich.

Trucker
Trucker's Muzzle was Covered in Feed, as He was Able to Chug down his Food In which he Enjoyed very Much. Trucker Luckily Won against the Other Horses And The Cow Trying to steal a Bite of his Precious Food.. Trucker Snickered, ANd Neighed Loudly..

William
"Hey Lanie! Tomorrow Next week We have a Show Since Trucker Turns Two Tomorrow Luckily.. So I Ask of You to Keep On Making sure he has No Sores, and Keep On treating that Small Scar."
William Caught a Glimpse of Lanie Nodding.. William Yawned, Taking a Sip of Gatorade From his Yeti Cup. William Got off the Tail of his Truck And Pulled it Back Up. He Got In his Car, and Drove Back Home..

Fay
     Fay was stuck in her stall that night unable to sleep. She was exhausted, and her body just couldn't fall asleep. The filly stuck her head out of her stall, and looked around. It seemed as though everyone else was asleep except for her. Fay gave a quiet snort not wanting to wake anyone up. She paced in her stall as quietly as she could, but no matter what she did to try and fall asleep it didn't work. Fay still had some of her meal left in the bucket, and some hay in the hay net, so she just ate a little bit of what she had left for the night. Hopefully tomorrow night will be easier than this. She thought. Fay gave another snort a bit louder than the last, and just looked around at all the sleeping horses in the barn.

Esprit
Esprit and Clay waited for the signal, and trotted into the arena. This is it. Don’t screw this up. Esprit was entered in a pole bending class and barrel racing- two entries. Two chances. Esprit breezed through the pole bending, coming up in 2nd place. Not bad for a rookie, eh?

Clay
Clay listened to the announcer brag about the rookie that just took 2nd place, his horse. Clay beamed ear to ear and went to cool down Esprit before the next event. Barrel Racing was Esprits strong suit- she was good with tight turns and rocketing towards the finish. Clay only hoped she wouldn’t turn too tight. That event set Esprit to win; taking 1st place. Esprit had been dreadfully close to touching a barrel, and Clay could feel it. He shuddered but the duo went on. They tied 1st overall for  2 event 2 year olds, and the pair went away gleefully. Not a bad start for a rookie like her. Clay snickered, and loaded Esprit up to take her back home. 

Fay
     A few hours before morning, Fay had finally fallen asleep. She never really took new homes that well. Though she didn't act like it. Emma noticed the filly sleeping, so she let the youngin' sleep a little longer since she knew it wasn't easy to settle in someplace new. When Fay was wide awake about an hour or two later, Emma gave her a quick grooming and tacked her up. Fay wasn't listening to Emma talking, and just tried to get a little bit more shut eye before they went on their first trail ride. Emma waved to Trucker' rider as they passed by. Emma was going to take it easy on the filly for the week, and mainly just wanted to get to know her new mount.

Trucker
Trucker Yawned, His Mouth Opening Wide.. His eyes Weren't Fully Open Till Lanie Walked In with His Halter.. Lanie Walked Him out of The Pasture, Closing the Gate Behind Trucker. Trucker Followed Behind Lanie Curious, As He was Tied to the Post, and was Brushed Down, And Fly-Sprayed. Lanie Honestly Surprisingly didn't show-sheen Trucker as she Always did. Lanie Threw Upon the Tack On Trucker, and Fixed Everything Up. She'd Bend Down and Put On his Wraps, and Bell-Boots to Hopefully Keep his Shoes On and Lower the Risk of Shock..Trucker Yawned Once More Before Having the Bit Put In his Mouth.. The Bit Felt Different As it Felt a Bit more Sturdy and Rougher Which It caught Him.. " Darn It.. I'm Being Put Into Different Bits every time I get Better at what i do.."
This time the Bit wasn't a Quick-Twisted Snaffle Bit, This one Was a Slow-Twist Bit, With a Shank In which was Awkward With Him As he'd Been Riding In D-Rings, and Pelham's His Whole Life, or Ever Since He was Starting to become Trained. Trucker was Walked Out to an Arena Outside. He was Handed to William Dupont. After William Put down his Drink he Mounted Trucker.. They Walked Maybe around 10 Laps Each Way to get Truckers Mind Working.. Trucker Yawned Once More, And With his Ears Relaxed to the Side.. Trucker Started at a Canter, And went Very Slow.. His Head hanged Below, Nearly to the Ground.. A Bit of Sand Touched His Muzzle, as He Stopped.. Dirt Flew Up Just a Bit..