*Sits in Ecstacy's stall.* -- The Stables

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Date Posted: 18:39:11 01/28/02 Mon
Author: Kath, Ecstacy and Ebony Desert
Subject: *Sits in Ecstacy's stall.*

*Tears flow down her tanned cheeks. The stallion's nose nudges her and the puppy's tongue gently caresses her hands. A sad smile appears on her face. She wants to tell everyone and get it off her chest, but she was afraid.* Well, boys, I guess I'll tell you instead. *Little did she know that Jenn was in Luna's stall nextdoor.* Well, it happened about a year ago, before I came here. It was just me, my dad and our horses. Dad taught me how to make stock whips, and how to use them properly so they don't hurt the horse. *Sniffs a bit.* Dad was a trainer and someone sent a firey 3-yr-old Thoroughbred to him for training. I've never seen such a high spirited animal before. I asked Dad if I could help and he said no. I had expected that. Anyway, a few weeks later, Dad had the horse calmed down enough to take him on the trails. I was at a friend's house, so he decided to take the horse on the trails by himself. *Tears flow a lot heavier now.* I came home and found the colt standing in the stable yard, cuts all over him. The horses knees were so cut up and bleeding badly. I took him into the stables and got him settled. Then my thoughts turned to my Dad. I was wondering where he was. I went into the house and saw that his door was shut. I thought he was in there but I knew that he wouldn't leave a horse like that. I tacked up my horse faster than I ever have and galloped to the trails where my Dad takes the young horses. Slowing to a canter, my eyes scanned the brush for any sign of my dad. *Pulls her knees up and rests her forehead on them. Tears stain her jodhpurs.* That's when I saw his chaps. They were brown, but they stood out to me like the sun on a cloudy day. I dismounted my horse and ran to him. He was dead when I got there, but he was still warm. I put my head on his chest and cried, just like I used to when I was a little girl. I blamed myself. I still blame myself. If I hadn't gone to my friend's house, I would've been there to go with him on the trails. If I'd gone straight to my dad instead of fixing the horse, he would still be alive. I miss him!! *Sobs rack her lithe body, pain and grief overwhelming her. The piebald stallion blows a sweet breath into her hair. He seemed to sense something was wrong. The puppy lay by her side, sleeping. Kath cries and cries and cries. A gentle hand reaches up and rubs the stallions knees. They were scarred from the fall he had had, only a year ago. The memory remained in his mind, how those gentle hands rubbed cream into his knees, and healed them. The horse held the woman in high respect. She had trained him after her father passed away. She learnt from him, then she had sold him. He had gone from person to person, then he had run away and ended up here. There Ivy had found him. The stallion whuffs Kath's hair once again then lies down beside her as she continues to grieve her father and to blame herself continually for his death. The stallion was now the kindest horse you could get. He would take care of anyone who mounted him. She still loved him, yet others had taken his place and still the vision of the painted stallion brought back the painful memories of finding her father dead on the trail. Kath continues to cry out her grief.*

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Replies:

Re:*runs in* -- Jenn, 18:46:29 01/28/02 Mon
- Snorts -- Luna and Sugar Plumb, 14:56:05 01/29/02 Tue
  - *sadness* -- Jade, 18:12:19 01/29/02 Tue
    - *Tears.* -- Kath, 17:11:21 01/31/02 Thu
      - Nickers -- Mystic Fire, 11:09:07 02/01/02 Fri
        Re:*hugs again* -- Jenn, 16:45:37 02/03/02 Sun