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Post by Lore on Jul 25, 2013 22:12:59 GMT -5
Beneath me Keegan danced his finely muscled legs bunching with the movement, he was excited to get out of his stall at Flying Changes and get his exercise. At only two his attention span was something to be desired but when I asked he gave me his all. When I'd rescued him a year ago his uniquely patterned body had been a ghost of his beauty now and caked in so much mud I'd thought he'd been a bay. The rich black Western Saddle with Ivory pad matched him to a T; he stood at sixteen hands even, pelt a black so true it shined blue in the sun and the faded roan of his pattern almost his the fact he was also a Rabicano. Never mind the Smut marks that pattered all over him; He was without a doubt a looker as well as talented when challenged with the barrels. Over the year I'd had him he'd gain two hundred pounds and a fiery attitude that laid open to the fact that he was still a stud.
He tugged gently at the soft bit in his mouth letting me know he was getting antsy. We stood just in the huge Indoor Arena, three big blue barrels placed in a triangle on the dirt ground. With my right hand I clung to the leather reins while with the left I held onto my pure white cowboy hat, a hat that had been given to me six years ago by a man who'd taught me everything I knew. I didn't even have to ask, just with the way I sat so deeply in my saddle and let him have his head Keegan knew he was ok to go. And go he did.
If I didn't have my feet in the sturups I would have been left in the dust he slung to the right barrel so fast. Before I knew it we were swirling around that first blue keg and off to the second. At the second we took the half circle a little wide and I knew if this had been a competition we would not have gotten first. The third barrel was just a whisper as we got to the strait away and Keegan really let his inner deamon out. His huge lungs were heaving as I pulled him to a stop, we would only race them one or two more times today and then that would be it. He wasn't a Barrel Horse, he was a racer but he enjoyed this freedom. |
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