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Subject: » arrivals Author: Kara Shakal [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10:42:23 09/15/01 Sat » The screech of tires is heard a small distance away as an orange Rav4 stops abruptly. The sound of a car door closing is heard, and the figure of a short and slim young woman jogging appears through the thick cloud of dust. She slows and glances around the yard, then at her watch, frowning impatiently. She plops down on an old tractor tire, drumming her fingers on her knee while glancing down the road. She suppresses a sigh of relief as a large horse van lumbers into the yard. The grizzled man in the driver's seat hops out, muttering something about traffic under his breath as Kara draws closer. » She lengthens her stride and passes him, going to the back of the trailer. She steps inside, crooning softly like a baby to the pony inside. Kara slowly backs him down the ramp, her fingers wrapped affectionately around a thick lock of his long mane. The fuzzy gelding nickers, a mischevious gleam appearing in his eye as he snakes his head around toward the man. He attempts to take a bite out of the driver, failing with an up-turned lip at the firm smack on his neck. Kara laughs, leading the pony inside and putting him into an empty stall. She removes the gelding's shipping gear, revealing more fuzzy gray pony. She nods and takes her tack and grooming supplies from the man, setting them on the provided spaces outside the stall. She grins and gives the pony another pat after filling his water and haynet, then heads back to her car. [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]