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Post by benjiwest on Jun 14, 2011 15:13:14 GMT -5
He stood there, his chin on the fencing as he watched the black stallion gallop around, his eyes had never left the stallion. He smiled as he took the peice of straw out of his mouth and whisled out to the young stallion. He then climbed the fence and jumped into the pasture. His ears pricked forward and slid to a stop, looking through his long forlock to the boy. He nicker and trotted over to him, putting his head out in a greeting. "Hey there boy", the soft lyrics came out of the young boy. The stallion nickered again when the young boy put the lead rope onto his halter and began to walk, walking slowly behind him.Colin loked back to his stallion and placed his hand on his velet muzzle, but felt the rough spots from battles with the other wild horses. He took his hand away.
Exiting the pasture and to an arena, Colin made reins out of the lead rope, tieing them to the hook on the bottom. He walked the stallion over to the mounting block and jumped on, gathing the made up reins. He smiled and nudged him forward into a walk. The stallion snorted and lowered his head, walking forward and kickign up the sand.
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