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Post by Sir Peter Solomon on Dec 5, 2012 18:01:21 GMT -6
Peter finally made his way back to 'his' barn, without more injuries to either of the mares, or himself. He tied Red to one of the rails and walked Float into the barn. He turned her loose in her stall, then latched the door carefully before turning away. He didn't like keeping horses cooped up inside, but since the mare's pasture was out of the question, there was no other choice. After hanging up the mare's halter, he walked back outside and brought in Red. He tied the mare into the cross-ties and then untacked her, before starting to brush her down. After her chestnut coat was gleaming, he unclipped her from the cross ties and led her out to the lane that led out to the pastures. Deciding to wait for Delilah, since both pastures were out the same way, he led Red into the shade of a tree and leaned against the fence, waiting for the woman to show up. He wasn't sure how he felt about her offer of help, and he wondered why she had even bothered? She had made it plenty clear that she didn't like him, so why did she want to help him with something?
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Post by Delilah Wren Cellos on Dec 5, 2012 18:33:37 GMT -6
Delilah brushed her hands against her beige riding pants, trying to clean up a bit. She knew she was a mess from dealing with the over excited cremello stallion who was now happily in his small paddock. Getting him back to the barn had been quite an adventure. He'd practically ran through the bit to follow the scent of that overzealous mare. It had taken all of her strength and ability to keep him under control. She decided that next time she went out on the trail, she'd take an academy owned horse instead seeing as Ms. Carr had told her to exercise them whenever she wanted to.
As she came up to the dirt road leading to the Evening Primrose Barn, she took a deep breath. She wasn't exactly thrilled to spend her afternoon off with a man she was quite certain thought she was white trash. And it sounded even less fun knowing they'd be forced to work together in order to fix the fence. But she knew he needed the help, and she cared more about the horses being safe than their petty differences.
She jumped as she realized she had nearly walked by the man who was leaning against the tree. "I didn't see you there," she commented softly, managing to smile his way. "So, where is this faulty fence?" she asked, ready to get down to business.
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Post by Sir Peter Solomon on Dec 6, 2012 17:00:14 GMT -6
Peter chuckled as Delilah walked down the lane and nearly walked past him and Red, "The shade is more comfortable to wait in." He twitched Red's goldenrod lead, "It's out by the end of the lane, the second to last pasture." He started walking, leading the way, "The new rail should already be out there, I had one of the barn hands grab one and haul it out." As they neared the pasture, he nodded out at the main pasture, "I'm going to let Red out real fast, then I'll show you the section of fence." He walked to the gate of the main mare's pasture, which was rather close to the gate of the separate pasture that Red inhabited. He released the mare and hooked her halter over one of the fence posts before latching the gate and walking into Red's pasture, "Sorry about that, their fence is alright."
He held the gate open for the woman before heading through the pasture, towards the back. The rail was laying on the ground, next to a bag of tools. He nodded at the broken fence, which was nailed to the posts, "How would you like to do it?" He rummaged through the bag and held out two hammers with clawed ends, of different sizes.
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