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Subject: .good bye says it all.

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Cain

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Date Posted: 09:41:23 02/03/03 Mon
Author Host/IP: energymanagers.org/132.170.85.63

Dubbed: Cain Hunter Ruud Jr.
Nickmane:Hunter, but will go by Cain.
Gender: Male
Years: Twenty-Two
Personaily: You're lucky if you get much out of him. He's the the strong and silent type.He can be hard on himself when things go wrong.
His Past :Born and raised on a working cattle/horse ranch is Wyoming. At eighteen, he left to rodeo with a buddy. After his dads death, Cain went back home and helped out his mom and little sister. About a year later he left again and started hauling stock. Recently aquired a stallion that he nows holds in his trailer. Looking for a place that he can work at that will tolerate the beast he holds within the trailer

. . . male steps out of his truck and walks to the trailer. His steps light, so as not to disturb the beast within. Aqua huen eyes glance in the trailer before turning 'round, looking at the mass of people that were there. He takes one last drag off his cigarette before stomping it into the dusty ground the the toe of his boot. Thumb pushes up the brim of his hat, eyes still roaming. Gloved finger slides through his belt loop at his hip which he cocks to the side. Head nods at a passer by as he walks back to his truck, taking his charge to the yard across the way where the rest of the horses were at . .

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