Post by +weather.eye+ on Jun 30, 2007 19:21:33 GMT -5
Sam pulled down the winding driveway, his truck raising dust though her drove slowly, ever mindful of the trailer he was pulling. His little mare had near to had a heart attack as he loaded her into the trailer, and he couldn't say that he blamed her entirely, given the many places she'd been trailered in her life, in the various conditions. The poor girl probably thought he was going ot get rid of her.
He swung his tall frame out of the truck, shutting the door firmly behind him. His boots carried him confidently to the door of the barn, where he stepped inside, and after a few moments, when his eyes had adjusted to the lighting of the barn, was able to locate the door labled Office. Ah. that was where he needed to go.
Sam ran a nervous hand through his tousled hair, and knocked on the door with his free hand. He shifted his weight uncomfortably. Meeting new people was never one of his most favorite activities, and being new in town, he was anticipating doing a lot of it. May as well get accustomed now. And he defineatley need a place to stay, as well as board his horse. Most importantly board his horse.
Ryan saw a young man standing alone by the office building, and smiled slightly, walking over, looking around for a moment, before nodding politely. He chuckled under his breath as the guy knocked on the door, and coughed slightly, aiming to alert him of the office's emptiness. He took a few more steps, not wishing to appear rude, or to frighten the man. But eh waited patiently for him to turn, running a hand through his hair, shifting wait softly. Speaking would most likely annoy or startle the customer, so Ryan simply waited for a few more moments.
However, although Ryan knew it was the best strategy, his mind was hardly going to focus on politeness and manners. So he lent back slightly on his own weight, his mind drifting off. He thought of Resa, who he missed more than anyone, and of Angie and Sedona, who he imagined may be rather angry to find he had taken control of their customers. But business was good, surely? And they couldn't blame him for bringing in more money, could they?
Ryan looked around expectantly for a horse, presuming the male wished to board one at Stolen Moments, and spotted a trailer nearby, which he immediately connected to the man. It was well kept, and Ryan nodded as if in approval, waiting to see teh horse inside.
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Post by +weather.eye+ on Jul 7, 2007 19:44:22 GMT -5
Sam waited outside the office door, a little uncomfortable in these unfamiliar surroungdings. He ran a nervous hand through his hair, and raised his other hand to knock again, a bit louder, perhaps?
He jumped a little as he heard a soft cough behind him, and turned around. He was greeted by the site of a young man, perhaps around his own age. He lifted his hand again to his hair; a nervous habit of his.
Um--hey. I'm Sam. Are you the owner here? I'm lookin' for a place t' board my mare, and hopefully stay myself. Where would I go to find out about that?
His deep voice was uncertain, he was not exactly your people person. Meeting new people was one of his least favorite things; and being new in town; he was anticipating doing a lot of it.
Ryan loved to meet new people, and smiled warmly as Sam spoke. He nodded, then shook his head, and sighed as a confused expression settled on his handsome face. Finally, he ran a hand through his thick brown hair, and settled on a few words to run over the current situation.
No, I'm not...
But I'm...taking care of the business.
He smiled once more, and looked around, counting mentally the number of empty stalls. Tons. He knew one more horse wouldn't be a problem, and one more person could only be a good thing. He guessed. Ryan nodded, and then spoke once more, his voice slightly throaty, altered only when he paused mid sentence to cough softly, a hand to his neck. However, he recovered, steadied himself and cast his eye over to the trailer. Of course, may I take a look at the mare?
Post by +weather.eye+ on Jul 17, 2007 19:15:21 GMT -5
Sam nodded slowly, his head tilted slightly to the side as he tried to process. So..not the owner, but still the person to be talking to. There seemed to be plently of space in the barn, but Sam knew that taking on a horse like his Ches would be more than what these people bargained for.
You can certainly have a look...but I gotta tell you about her first. See...I got her a few months ago from an auction hous, and she was in rough shape. You could count her ribs, she could harldy walk. There were open sores all over her, I believe she'd been whipped. Her coat was in mats, she hadn't had a decent srink of water in what must've been days. She was four months pregnant, then.
Sam took a deep, shaky breath, his hand run through his hair. He hated thinking back on her like that. It drove him mad. Never mind how she was now; thinking of the people that did that to his girl made him want to hit something.
That was a few months ago. Then; she wouldn't let anyone near her; horse, human, nothing. Can't say I blame her, really. She got to trust me, and I got to like her a whole hell of a lot more than I expected to. But with anyone else....she won't let them close. I've ridden her a bit, and she goes allright for me...but I thought I'd give you fair warning, before I brought her out of the trailre. She didn't take none too kindly to that, either. I don't know how she'll take to being stabled here, or anywhere else. But her foal's due soon, and I'd like to have her in a good place when the time comes. I'd understand if you didn't want such a problem horse has her, but I can do her stall, paddock, all her care if you all really object and I can do other chores, whatever needs doing if you need; to earn my own keep, as well as the lodging price.
He drew a deep breath, and sighed. He knew he sounded pathetic, and desperate. But that was the truth of it. He was desperate. He ran his hand through his hair again. Allright, if you are still interested enough to see her...her name's Chesapeake Bay. She's an appaloosa mare, blue roan. She's out in the trailer. Sam began the walk out into the driveway, hopeing the man would follow. His little mare meant more to him than anything in the world, and a good home for her at this point was his main concern.
Ryan nodded, hearing all this, making varied personal notes and almost bracing himself. He knew problem horses. He had dealt with them, grown attached to them, been hated by them. It could be an everlasting cycle at times, but you could never just let them go. He sighed slightly, but still continued listening, and, when Sam finished, he nodded, getting ready to see this horse. Rarely handled. Annoyed easily. And pregnant. This wasn't going to be easy, especially without Resa. But he nodded slowly, and began to step forwards, minding he was close enough to see the mare, and for her to see him, but not close enough to fall into any injury. He looked worriedly for Sam, but understood he could handle her, and knew her well.
So Ryan could only watch, leaning back on a post and scanning over the various fields. She would be too heavily pregnant for the stallion fields. Too unpredictable for the mare fields. Perhaps she woudl suit best among the mixture of miniatures and geldings. They were clam animals, but not aggravatingly so. But he decided, for now, he would have to wait until eh saw her, to truly know where she woudl go.
Post by +weather.eye+ on Aug 1, 2007 19:21:29 GMT -5
Sam nodded at Ryan, before walking forward to the trailer. What you have to understand; she's not a mean spirited girl. Just scared, and rightfully so. She's not had an easy time of it, and that stuff's hard to let go. But she's not a dangerous, maniac horse. Just scared. Sam really didn't want to give the man the wrong impression, because he knew problem horses ranged from the paranoia of humans that his Ches seemed to have, to maniacal aggression. He wanted to get that straight.
That much said--rather a lot for Sam, really, but it needed to be heard--he walked toward his trailer. Inside, the anxious rustling of a frantic mare could be heard. Nervous pacing and a calling whinny reached Sam's ears and made his heart ache even before he opened the gate.
Sam lowered the trailer gate as quietly as he could, and stepped inside, calling softly ahead of him. Easy, Ches. It's just me, girlie. You're allright... He continued murmuring gently to the mare as he led her out of the confined space. Ches backed rather franticly out of the trailer, stopping as soon as they were out onto solid ground. She swung herself around, shoving her large head into Sam's chest, standing there like that for several moments; her entire frame trembling.
Sam allowed her to do so, stroking her neck and whispering softly to his mare until she calmed a bit. Looking her over, he winced inwardly. She was still underweight; her pregnant barrel standing out painfully against her thin body. Her lovely blue-roan coat was still scattered with the scars of her past. This was his Ches.
Sam lifted his head, looking over the mare to where the man was standing. This is Chesapeake Bay. My Ches. Sam attempted to lead her around, so that the man called Ryan could get a better look at her, but Ches kept huddled so close to Sam's body that he could do nothing but trip over her as he tried to walk.
Ryan watched the horse move carefully, stepping around her owner with unsuspecting ease, but shying away whenever a foreign site was present. He sighed, watching her neat yet eratic gait. She could be a great horse to ride, but her edgy personality and lack of calm was worrying. Ryan did not try to approach her, taking only one step forward, his deep brown eyes darting from Ches to Sam and back. He sighed and looked back once more to Sam, waiting for him to speak, or for Ches to react in some way. He understood that a lot of work would be in order.
He murmured. A single word, only two beats and then silence. But it could calm animals quickly in cases, if said with the right amount of sincerity and ease. He repeated the word, taking another step forward, so he was now around two feet away from the mare. There he stopped, hands out by his side, facial expression hiding his thoughts.