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Big brown and black ears were pricked forward as the back of the trailer was lifted down and the small figure came through the door to his left. A loud nicker was released as it echoed through the two horse trailer only occupied by him and a radio. It was Kris who stood infront of him and unclicked the lead line with one already tied up as she exited the front to move to the back undoing the butt bar. He backed up slowly in cautious steps a bit green in a trailer but had done well before she put him in there. He was now fully exposed to the elements of the winter area as she wrapped her fingers around his halter and clipped the lead line attached to the side of the trailer to him. Her finger unravelled and worked their way over all the other buckles of his thick winter blanket he had been wearing as she stripped it form his back she put a thinner on one that would be easier to ride on in. and set it well over his hind end. Unclipping the lead line she drug the galloping martingale over his neck as it slid into place and she re-clipped him.

At a boy Martini. Rubbing his nose she gave him a carrot from her pocket before double checking his body for any dirt marks. He had been groomed before he got in the trailer but you never knew. Martini looked wonderful as Kris walked to the back of the stable's pick-up truck and then heard her boots clip on the pavement of the lake's road. Martini had recently gotten his shots and new shoes a week ago so he was set and Kris was ready. Softly putting the saddle pad on and then the lollipop shaped back pad on it was followed by the brown saddle. The girl done on one side already she walked around the back her hand on his hind end as she clipped up the other side making sure the galloping martingale was set. Hearing something Kris turned her attention to were ever it was and then shrugged her shoulders and walked to the truck's doors. The bridle was held there with the bit less bridle she approached the horse.

[Beau]

With the sharp turn of the steering wheel, Beau’s Escalade quickly shifted from the road to the fresh frost-covered grass. The traction was nearly nonexistent- the tires sliding, ripping up turf as the young man ripped into the lawn. If the windows had been rolled down, it would be quite obvious he’d been recklessly driving around to the clash of heavy metal- the guitar’s solo nearly popping Beau’s ear drums as he sang along. It was obvious he wasn’t paying attention to his driving as he swerved across the field, tapping on the wheel as he sipped tenderly at his black coffee.

Perhaps it was Beau’s limited, conceited vision, but somehow he managed to rip past the truck’s fender, coming dangerously close. If Beau had seen the truck, he would’ve recognized the origin and decals of the stables. Unfortunately, he only stared ahead and at his dashboard to see the speedometer fly over 120 kilometers per hour, and then slow a great deal as he slammed his foot on the breaks. The Escalade drifted to a stop, where it parked and the driver stepped from the vehicle, leaving the door open to listen to the pounding loud music.

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The grinding of wheels against the lake's pathway, it was enough to give the stallion a heart attack. Kris was about to put the saddle on when he immediately danced front and back the discomfort easily shown. Kris grabbed the lead line from the quick release knot trying to calm Martini down but he was to spooked. There went a calm serene cross-country ride around the lake to see what he could do. The truck had almost moved if the other car had gotten closer, but Kris didn't care about that it was Martini that was worrying her. Sweating forming at the points of his mouth as she started to hum a lullaby a friend had sung to her as a kid in New Orleans. His fussing soon slowed down to a discomforted stance in the middle of the road with his head still held high and his neck not arched anymore. Kris was pissed off now, she hadn't even noticed who it was. Her face turned red as the anger glittered all over her expression. Then the expression turned into words as she walked towards them one hand curled into a fist. Martini's lead in the other on a slack so he calm down. What the hell do you think your doing?! You could have hurt my horse let alone killed him! Cheeks flared a hot red as she turned her attention back to Martini who had his lip curled up and sniffing towards a tree. Kris shook her head before putting her hand back out as the stallion spooked back Kris stopped her approach to him. Gradually in a few seconds the stallion and the girl both met each other more towards the trailer where the stallion nudged his head to her pocket wanting to do something.

Her hands then shook nervously as she re-tied the emergency slip know and then rubbed his neck and picked up the saddle that she had dropped before. How could people drive like that and not even give a crap about their own life let alone others in the world around them?

[Beau]

<sup>After climbing through the trunk to retrieve his coffee, Beau returned to stand back outside the Escalade. He’d been digging around the compartment for his gear, after learning a rumor that today was an excellent day to fish. Beau’s eyes were alarmed when the girl stomped up to him, fist a’ flailing and her horse having a spazz attack; it actually resembled the owner. It baffled him more that she managed to cross the distance from her truck to Beau’s Escalade- he was a fair bit away from her. It was almost a foot-ball field’s length, and she crossed it in a matter of seconds. Perhaps, having anger on her side, made Kris super-human.

Ignoring her warning, he shook his head. “I am fishing.” He proceeded to grab a long, handsome fishing rod from the utility vehicle. “I did not come near your horse.” He sniffed, reaching forwards to grasp a large bag that seemed quite heavy by the tough fabric and the several objects pointing from it. Instead of resting his case, he turned sharply on his heel, muttering the lyrics to the blasting music under his breath as he approached his designated fishing spot. “I beten, durch die Gnade Gottes, dass es jemand zuhört. Gebt mir eine Chance zu sein, dass ich die Person sein wollen. Oh Lord, ich werde versuchen, so hart, aber du loslassen von mir..” Even his steps were cheery- they had sort of a hop to it as he strode along the water’s edge.</sup>

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Taking a deep breath with the saddle in hand she grabbed the two different saddle pads and re-set them on the horse's back. Her riding helmet was forgotten at the stables and she had just remembered that now but who cared. She'd ride Martini without it, a small dirt ring exsisted around the lake sort of, it wasn't that big about a football field in length and width really. Not to bad and Kris had examined it with a few cross-country jumps right by the edge of the lake. So Martini could spook into the woods, as she tightened the girth on both sides she had realized that the man in the truck was Beau. Walking back to her truck, which belonged to the stable, she grabbed the hacamore bridle and then walked back to Martini. His head alert and high as he squealed to Beau and flicked his tail as if in anger like Kris. Putting the reins over the stallion's neck she slipped the bridle on with ease before taking off the halter underneath it. Taking the reins apart she slipped on the galloping martingale and then rubbed his neck and lowering the stirrups on both sides. He seemed a bit relaxed and the bridle would help, Kris hadn't jumped horses in a couple years so it might not be a good idea to ride without a helmet. But she had excercised horses without a helmet so who cared.

Her foot in the stirrup on the left side she anchored herself with the other leg swinging over his back. Good boy Martini. The bay stallion moved a few footsteps as Kris adjusted her seat walking him into a few circles her eyes still watching Beau. It seemed almost as if Martini had forgotten the incident because he was already tossing his head up and down being yanked back by the galloping martingale. It gave Kris a more sense of security that he had the martingale so he didn't gallop off if he wanted to or got spooked. If she did fall it would be hard and possibly life threatening but she had a feeling she wouldn't. Kris finally remembered her training with Beau's horse but she didn't care anymore. He had been in her apartment, and well other than that everything had seemed fine until now.

[Beau]

<sup>Beau had already settled down, his collapsible stool sunk deep, securely into the ground as he set up his fishing spot. He cursed colorfully beneath his breath as he scanned the lake. Some of the fish had rose to the cold surface water, in hope of catching any insects that had survived the day’s high of ten degrees. He could see, even through the shades he’d been sporting that day- the dark shapes in random spots of the lake. Thanks to it being uneven, there were several deep trenches in the shallow parts, and most of the fish had inhabited there. He tossed in the line, waiting a few more minutes.

Feeling a sharp tug at the line, he gave a whoop of triumph, not bothering to control his volume. He wasn’t aware of the steadily rising hoof-beats- the metal coming from his open-doored Escalade was far too loud. Frowning when a measly little fish was attached to the line, and the barbed hook embedding into it’s flesh, he sighed when he heard the familiar pop of exploding insides. The fish struggled no more, and remained limp in his hands. Tossing it behind him, he figured the local birds would scavenge it. He looked to the state of his hands, setting the fishing rod down before he stood and crossed the path towards the Escalade, not caring to see if there was any traffic- mainly Kris and her horse- coming up the path.</sup>

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Martini's legs lifted high between a normal gaited of a trot now and a gaited horse's trot was the state of his legs. Kris had already begun to post to the smooth trot looking down to get her positioning right as the stallion moved forward from the clopping of the gravel he skittered to one side. His rider unmoved as he dropped his head nicely into a smooth arch and they hit the dirt ground were he moved into a quick hunter paced canter almost a controlled gallop. Moving swiftly in the woods for a second before coming around the first bend into the clear view on the side of the lake were a small amount of foliage had gathered. A surge of power was held in the horse's hind quarters as he bent his front legs putting himself into the air neatly with a long jump. Kris's body had bent perfectly to not be left behind and was unsettled when he landed. Dangerous was her middle name now because she was jumping a bit of a green horse with no helmet. How stupid. Her eyes caught sight of Beau as she felt the stallion pick up his stride she leaned back some more sitting to the beat as they went down the straight away before a taller jump that was about two feet tall came into view. Martini collected himself more and sped up at the last stride fumbling a second basically stopping before lurching himself into the air with his rider not prepared. A small shriek escaped as he landed and her forehead hit his mane and he tripped then regained balance.

Kris sat there limp in the saddle for a few seconds her head tilted towards the woods her back to Beau. Arms dangling as she tried to catch her breath and the stallion stopping. Her feet were also dangling from the stirrups after that jump it wasn't planned. Martini turned himself before staggering down a small hill into the water, but first investigating it. He seemed a bit willing to get her trouble but just as he was going into the water Kris came back and snapped up straight. Her eyes were wide with fear as they looked at the stallion and then at Beau before giving a tug on the reins turning him around like a barrel horse. The two stood a few minutes on the edge of the lake with Kris breathing a bit faster, her heart racing.