[To die, or not to ride]

[Aliana Marie Lyn]

Ali woke up that morning. Her head was spinning ninety miles per hour and she had known what she was to do. She was to ride Helter. She had a feeling she would be fired over this. But that horse, it was like a mouse trap, and she was the mouse. His beauty had lured her in and entrap her. Entrap her in a cage. A cage of desire. She wanted to ride that horse. His attitude was amazing. But what she loved more was his build. His long, sleek and slender body. His long legs with nice square healthy knees. His mare billowed down like a flag to his withers. His hips were bulky, but not wide. His muscles defined beautifully. Beau was crazy not to work this horse. Looking at his height, about 17.1, 17.2? Close to that. She knew that Helter could easily jump 5 feet, maybe more. She wanted to prove to Beau more than anything: she could handle this (stallion)(gelding). It would not be that hard.

Ali strode towards her closet and pulled on her black winter riding jods. She then pulled on a tank top that hugged her curves with appreciation. It was a warm day again, and she was definitely happy about that. Beau had specifically told her that he was not going to be at the stable today and for her to just take some of the two year olds out and work them a little bit. Ali then yanked on her winter riding Ariat Boots. Then she put on her bald point spurs. She then glanced in the mirror. She pulled her blonde cascading hair back and into a high ponytail. She had then put on her eye liner and her lips gloss. Finally, to finish off her look she pulled on a baby blue zip up, and only zipped it up half way. She shoved her cell phone into her pocket and jumped down the stairs.

Ali had driven her custom baby blue convertible Benz to the stable, just to get there quicker. The song Fake It had blared loudly in her ears all the way there. She loved that song, and immediately she was pumped. She knew she was going to have to be on her toes with him. She knew that horse was flighty, and he was dangerous, she had witnessed that personally. But, he was no match for her. She knew what she was doing on a horse and she was going to do what she could to make that horse perfect, then, only then would she tell Beau she had been taming the reckless equine. Ali now crawled out of her car and hit the beeper. She sighed leaning against the car, her body instantly growing anxious for what was to come. As she covered the ground to the barn she bent down, reaching into the tack trunk in front of Helter’s stall she pulled out a lounge rope and opened his stall door. Clasping it on his halter she ducked the lashing teeth. She slapped his cheek harshly and shoved his chest back. “You stop, you nag!” she was not going to take his shit. Ali pushed the door open and led him out, but he bolted. She took the end of her lung rope and flicked it at his hindquarters and backed him up quickly. She led the equine back into the stall, whipped him around, then led him back out, and repeated the whole process a good three times. He finally followed her out of the stall obediently, but once she turned towards the indoor and not the outdoors, he dug his hind heels into the floor, not moving. Ali shook her head and laughed shoving him backwards, forcing him to back. Not allowing him to choose, she made the horse back after she had wrapped the lunge around his nose. He tossed his head angrily; he couldn’t believe this little mutt was controlling him. She reared up: Ali grasped the lead rope and yanked down, the flicked the lunge rope against his shoulder, shocking him. He came down, snorting at her, sizing her up, and trying to decide if he could take her. Obviously he decided against that. She turned yanking him to her side; he did so obediently until they were in the ring. He immediately bolted from her side, moving out nicely. She allowed this to go on for about a good thirty minutes, then she made him switch directions going for the same thirty minutes.

Ali now had the horse saddled and in the ring, it had been a long process, a lot of repeating till he was in the ring. He had kicked, bitten, bolted, reared, and balked: but here he was, standing next to her in a wet sweat. It had indeed taken her longer than she had expected but here she was about to put her foot in the stirrup. As her foot poked the iron he jumped forward but she went with him this time swinging her leg over his back. She jumped forward. No. It was not a quick run forward. It was literally a jump. This tossed Ali up into the air, causing her to drop a stirrup but she pulled him into the foot that was firmly in the iron till she got her foot back into the other one. This angered Helter. He reared; standing upright he jumped forward into a buck. Ali yelped and pulled him into another circle. Her little body working hard to get all his feet moving at one time. She had to make him work. He was to work for her to respect her. Ali now stopped, allowing him to brace himself as he panted, he was shocked. This large horse could not understand why this thing was still on him and he decided it was a great idea to test it. He trotted forth, and extended trot on the rail, he looked out of the corner of his eyes at her, then he slammed her inside leg to the wall. ”Fucking A!” she cursed in pain and jabbed her spur to his side wheeling him around on his hind end quickly, this time she did not let him come out of it till she thought for sure he was about to fall over. Then she bent him the other way making him bend around a move.

Helter fought her heavy hand, but she did not give in, poking her bald spur into his side gently, urging him to move around. Finally he stopped, his head dropping, nose almost on the ground. He panted. Ali allowed him to sit there, her hand rubbing over his lathered neck. His ear pricked forward and he listened to her, listening for what she had to say. Maybe she would make him whirl around again. Good god, he didn’t want to do that.

Ali touched her heel to her side. “Helter, walk.” Ali was actually surprised as the horse stepped forward. He took a sure stride and moved out under her. He was beginning to gain respect for this ant that sat astride him. He fluttered his ear back, listening to her, seeing whether or not she wanted more. But she accepted this walk. Though his body did not relax she gave him the reins. Big mistake. Helter broke out at a dead gallop, and man, that horse could cover ground, and he was covering it. Ali smirked and yanked him in a circle, almost throwing him off balance but now, Helter gave in. He hollowed out his back, lowered his head, and chewed on his bit in submission to her. He saw that it was pointless. Ali now smiled. She gently put her heel to his side and he cantered off nice and smoothly on the right lead. He lowered his head, bowed his neck, and tucked in his nose. Ali only kept a small contact to his mouth, just enough to tell him if he dared to bolt again he would face the wrath of her hand. He didn’t. She circled him in a five meter then took up the other lead with ease.

She wasn’t sure but why not try. I mean hell, why was life worth livin’ if you didn’t take some risks. She looked towards the jump in the back of the ring. It was about 4.3 feet tall. She could see there was enough room for three to four strides of room behind it, more than enough to get helter into a nice turn. She cantered him towards it. Her heels digging downwards deep into the irons. Her seat getting much deeper, but driving him forward yet her reins pulled back lightly to collect him. Three more strides. She leaned forward slightly. Two more strides. Ali gently took some of his mane into her hands. One more stride. Ali went into her two point, her reins going a little slack. Helter lifted off. His legs moving under his body as he cleared the jump by at least one to two feet that she could see.

Ali giggled and turned him just in time. He threw a tiny buck and tossed his head, but that buck was not one of anger or meanness, he was happy as he released a nicker. Ali brought him up to a trot and collected him back up, pushing him forward yet bringing him back to her. He knew leg yields. Damn, this horse knew legs yields! She wondered what else he knew. She gently pulled him back yet brought her inside leg in along with her spur, seeing if he would move around it. A simple pirouette was given to her cue. Ali almost squealed with glee. Beau had no idea what he was missing. Ali brought the horse to the center. And side passed him. Keeping his feet in her control as he moved his legs, one over the other with ease. She rubbed his neck, and then pushed him into a quick lope off. A working canter if you will. He was so slow and collected. She wasn’t sure how long it had been since he had been ridden but he was extremely well trained. She was now cantering around the large indoor, moving over the jump again with ease.

[Beau]

Taking an early start, Beau had gotten up rather early to fix himself accordingly for a business meeting (discussing the new diets for the racehorses, as well as upcoming race schedules and more things Beau wouldn’t have cared about) and the final preparations to purchase his estate home. Unfortunately, Beau didn’t enjoy dressing up too fancy, and settled with a designed tee, fedora hat and pin-striped trousers. He couldn’t pull through a meeting hoping that he didn’t look like he’d recently been at a funeral. No matter how handsome and sexy he looked in a suit. Besides, with straight, black hair, and the need to wear a hat, it’d look odd, either way.

He’d taken his time discussing the racehorses. He’d mentioned his own Thoroughbreds, Phantom and Helter, to stir up any interest in hope of sponsorships, or even trainers excited to work with either horse. With both the equine’s attitudes, it’d be no doubt they’d revolve around several in their working career. Beau’s hopes were nearly subdued when another trainer admitted that Helter would be hopeless. A descendant of Man O’ War- a monster both on and off the track, hopeless? Beau had half the mind to smash the guy’s face in, but held back. He knew that Helter was worth something;

Yawning, he gripped the steering wheel of his Escalade. The vehicle somehow grew onto Beau. He didn’t admire its cheap price, but the comfort and style of the vehicle was easily something he could live with. His cousin’s Maserati nearly got a place in Beau’s fancy, but a threat concerning the quality of Beau’s life made him back off of Bridgette’s car. Removing his hat, he drove up to the stables hastily, a cloud of dust billowing behind the vehicle. Something about the stables was different today. Maybe it was the layer of frost that hadn’t made an appearance yet, or the fact that most of the horses were in their turnouts. Squinting, he searched for the destructive stallion, but made no success.

Frowning, he swore colorfully to himself and parked swiftly in an angled manner, taking up two spaces in the gravel lot. It was obvious enough that his verbal order of making sure Helter was placed in a turnout for the rest of his damned life wasn’t clear. He’d now have to scribble a note in the office, stables or wherever it could be tacked up and seen, that Helter was not permitted anywhere nearly the stables. He was only accepted in the cross ties- and even then, he better be calm enough to be around ropes that could snap at a twitch of his muscle. That horse was a fucking beast.

Jumping from the Escalade, Beau made no attempt at a silent entrance. Slamming the door shut, he nearly ran to inspect each and every stall for the Devil himself. When the horse was no where to be seen, Beau could admit that he was relieved. It was enough to make his day even- no new renovations to fix a destroyed stall, or vets to call after Helter managed to snap at a horse and rip off a chunk of skin. Stuffing his hands into his pockets, he sauntered down the aisle, only stopping to pet a favorite or two.

Walking from the Southern exit of the stable, he meandered onto the concrete path that snaked its way from the arenas to racetrack, and eventually around each the turnouts. It was actually… comforting to stroll around something he half-owned. Perhaps it was shared turf, but it still felt like an accomplishment to Beau. It pleased him even more when he saw the hired trainers out on the arenas and track working their assigned horses- it was like they were Beau’s soldiers, and he was the chief in command. Well, hell; he was!

The sudden flash of a hell’s descendant caught Beau’s eye. The sleek, bay-black stallion was out of his stall? And being ridden? Furiously, Beau didn’t spare a moment to stride to the arena’s fence, his cheeks red with anger, and shout to the rider. He did quite so, adding extra flourish as he cussed under his breath in his native language more than once, and stood on the fence. Opening his mouth to holler at whatever dipshit rider that he hired, he halted as the two took a daring leap over a jump. Holding his breath, he hoped that rider fell and suffered. It’d be better than whatever the hell Beau was to unleash.

Impossibly, the duo landed and even pranced about in success. No matter how awed he was, Beau swung his legs over the top rail and continued forward. “Hey!” He shouted, his brows furrowed, eyes ablaze beneath the slightly thick rim of eyeliner around his dark, mysterious eyes. “What do you think you are doing?” he spat, eyes furiously squinting to see whatever rider that was about to be fired. “Ich bin nah an diesem Brennen Sie, Sie verstehen?” – he held up two fingers, a few centimeters apart from each tip – “Ich möchte, dass Sie ab jetzt verdammt Pferd, und ich will, dass du in meinem Büro.”

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“Ich bin nah an diesem Brennen Sie, Sie verstehen?” - "I am this close to firing you, do you understand?"
“Ich möchte, dass Sie ab jetzt verdammt Pferd, und ich will, dass du in meinem Büro.” - "I want you off that damn horse now, and I want you in my office."

[Aliana Marie Lyn]

&& I told you I was nothing But Trouble

Ali glanced over. Shit, it was Beau. She hadn’t thought he was suppose to be here today. He wasn’t; he had specifically told her that he wasn’t going to be here today. Yet there he was looking pissed as hell. Actually, Ali couldn’t remember every seeing a person so pissed. But hell, he had to be happy. The stud was trained amazingly. That boy could jump the moon. She could feel it between her legs. He effortlessly cleared that jump. And that jump was not little thing. It was rather large, and thinking back now it amazed Ali how dumb she had been to even try it. Oh well, nothing happened. But she knew Beau was pissed. The way he had freaked out in his native tongue, and her second language, showed just how mad he was. Woops. But in all honesty, Ali believed he wasn’t mad solely on the basis that she had defied him, but more of because she had proved him wrong. Guys had egos like that.

Ali slipped down off of Helter. He nudged her gently forward and she turned, rubbing his nose ”Oh great. Well, looks like you won’t be ridden in a while. You’re just a one person horse, is all.”

[/b] She said, rubbing his nose gently again. A tear dripped down her cheek. She knew she had fucked up, but jeeze. Did he not see how well Helter was moving underneath her? Was he blind? She pulled the reins over the horse’s head and walked towards the gate. She saw a stable boy. Her boy eyes ran over him before calling him over. “Here, take him. Please.” The boy shook his head no and Ali snapped. Not to be rude, but she was the trainer, he was the stable boy. ”You get away with this this one time, but if you ever tell me no again. We will have an issue. Am I clear?”Ali snapped then threw open the gate. She stopped the stud at his stall and sent him, following closely behind as she stripped his tack, gave him a good rub, then walked out. She slid the door closed and headed for the tack room. She set down the tack and grabbed a stray apple up. Walking back to the stall she wiped away the tears and composed herself. Helter nickered as he grabbed the apple, spraying juice everywhere. Ali had to laugh, when the boy walked past Helter lunged forward, missing Ali but his teeth closed on the boy’s shoulder. The boy shot her a dirty look. Ali snickered. “Problem?” Ali did not like the boy, and as she finally approached the door she heaved a sigh.

She felt as though she was walking to her death as her hand closed around the door knob and stepped inside. Ali glanced over him. He still looked rigid with rage. She gave him a weak smile. “I… Did you see him? Mr. Austin, that stallion is amazing. He just jumped a jump, what what is that three feet. He did leg yield. I got an extended trot and canter, and I got a lope and jog. Mr. Austin he’s just temperamental. I had to show him who was boss, but he was amazing. Now, this may seem rude. But I am not going to apologize for what I did. I just made you money.”[/b] Indeed maybe she should’ve skipped the whole “I am not going to apologize” thing, but she was being honest He knew she was right. She had told him she could ride him, but he hadn’t believed her. Big mistake. [/blockquote][/font][/size]

[Beau]

Fuming, Beau backed away from the fence, his palms sore from grasping it so hard. His eyes shooting venom to the trainer, his jaw had been set to refrain from yelling any further profanities. What the hell was she thinking? His brows had been furrowed together beneath his mat of hair, and they wouldn’t be parting anytime soon. Beau looked absolutely horrible- his temper had blown through the roof, and this rider was about to see Hell’s wrath. It was amazing that Helter hadn’t given it to them first. Beau was surprised to see the rider atop his back, and not flying through the air.

Oddly enough, Beau was glad he’d stopped at work today. If he hadn’t seen the miscellaneous rider, he would’ve felt more betrayed than ever. Unfortunately, he still felt this way. He didn’t doubt there was steam shooting from his ears, even when the rider went to put the stallion away. With a grunt, he turned on his heel and strode to his office, eyes not daring to leave the path. Figuring he’d give his employees a heart-attack if he randomly glared at them, he didn’t chance looking elsewhere. Opening the door to his office, he immediately crossed the room to his filing cabinet, digging out a rather large file that had large paperclips holding it together.

Throwing down the file onto his desk, Beau shook his head, cursing in mutters under his breath. “Was die Hölle war sie denken?” He snarled, sitting in the leather chair of his. No sooner had his backside touched the expensive leather did the woman walk in. Frowning, he looked to Ali with savage-looking eyes. Ignoring her small speech of what he did, and how she wasn’t sorry, he glanced down to the file. “You know what this is?” He said, reaching forward to unclip the file and open it, pulling out a stack of injury reports. “These were his riders.” He tossed the two-inch thick stack of papers to the edge of the desk for her to read. Each had some injury- one rider had even broken their back after they were tossed and landed, roughly, on a fence.

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“Was die Hölle war sie denken?” - "What the Hell was she thinking?"

[Aliana Marie Lyn]

Aliana Marie Donahue

I don't want to break down,

but you are making it so hard on me

Ali glanced at the papers that had been thrown at her. yes, the female had taken a great risk in riding that stallion who was so uncontrollable, yet he had practically rolled over to have his belly scratched after she had dominated him. He was a sweet heart under that burly personality. However, the stallion wasn't going to give in to most. It was just luck that he had given in to her strong legs and firm hands. She knew that if Beau began throwing other riders on him he would go crazy again. He was a one man horse, and she figured there would be very few riders he would allow up on his back. But she picked up the file and flipped through. Broken Back, Broken leg. Broken Back. Broken rib. Broken neck. Well, eh sure as hell had a history for breaking things. That was something she definitely could pick up on easily. But, Ali had not been hurt. She was standing in front of Beau, who looked like he was ready to kill her, that or fire her. If he did that, he could kiss that talented little stallion good bye, because it was obvious to her, no one had ever been able to ride him successfully more than once.

So she now set the file down and glared back at him. That was probably not eh best idea, but she was not going to give in to her temperamental boss. She wasn't going to and she didn't intend to. She had just made him so much money by riding that stallion. He had more potential in his front right leg than most horses had in their whole body, and she could get him to use it. Beau knew she could, an ego was a terrible thing to have, and she had a feeling Beau had one. But she kept her mouth quiet about it. Asshole she thought silently to herself. "Mr. Austen. He only fought me for the first half of the ride. He just needs a very strong leg, and a firm set of hands. Mr. Austen, I only thought I was going off of him once, and never did. He had so much speed packed into that body, you should know that. His lines must be of the racing lineage, and I guarantee they are amazing." She couldn't understand why Beau was wasting all this potential because everyone was afraid of the stud. Helter was not that bad. Sure, his history was bad. Maybe they were terrible riders. However. Helter was a great racing prospect, and a hell of a jumper.

"So Helter has a record. Shouldn't he be given a chance to prove himself?"

[/b] The words had almost come out as a snarl, but insteand they had come out extremely calmly, almost in a begging way. Ali looked distraut. She took the hair piece out of her hair, allowing it to fall down her shoulders and she moved towards the desk again. Standing just before it looking down on him. She knew it had been a bad idea to ride him without his permission. But Beau had doubted her, and that was not something she liked. She hated when people doubted her, especially when it came to her riding ability. Ali was small, and she did not appear to be a rider, her attire, her looks, everything about her did not say incredible rider, but that is what she was. Beau looked like hell on earth. He looked as though a knife could come flying at her at any time. However, Ali remained calm. And she offered a weak smile. "Please, please let me keep riding him. You can sit in and watch, and if you think he or I am in danger, I will stop. Beau, he was eating out of the palm of my hand. You know what you saw was amazing. He acts as if he throws his heart over the fence, and then jump to retrieve it. You know horses, and you know I am right."[/b] She offered another weak smile. The sat down in the chair across from him. Her brow furrowed a little bit in thought then she looked back at him with those pleading, and slightly seductive eyes.[/size][/font][/blockquote]

[Beau]

Simply fuming, he held his fist tightly over lips that yearned to open, scream his lungs out at the woman and call it a day. Unfortunately, the tight clamps of his hands were making it quite impossible to do so. Beau was too glad when she picked up the rather large folder, digging through it to inspect some of the injuries. He’d closed his eyes, attempting to cease his heavy, erratic breathing. He’d hoped that she had seen the rather lengthy report of a male stable-hand whom broken a leg, attempted to sue and claim nearly a quarter of the stable’s money. Luckily, the one policy that’d been set in stone for quite a while, (if you get on a horse’s back, you are responsible for the risks- not the stables) had been brought up quite professionally. That was a close case for Mr. Austen.

His eyes nearly popped from his head when she had dared to speak, especially without starting with the words, ‘I’m sorry.’ His lip had pulled back in a snarl, his voice not bothering to keep its indoor voice, or his English one. “Ich weiß, dass SOLLTEN?” His fists had balled, tendons protruding in his arms on his desk. “Ich weiß, dass! Wer glauben Sie, hat ihn trainiert, da Sie kamen? Wer war Ihrer Meinung nach die Verteidigung, verdammt, was für die vergangenen zwei Jahre? Ich habe! Ich kenne ihn mehr als Sie denken!” His fist came down to connect with the desk, and he’d stood up, his tendons now quite visible.

“Ich weiß, er hat seine Talente. Ich habe ihn vor gerannt-ich habe ihn vor geritten. Er hat sich bewährt, ich habe nicht die Absicht einer Beteiligung ihn zurück. Er ist nur eine Gefahr für Sie und alle anderen Fahrer hier verdammt.” Beau really hoped he was making her feel guilty now. He’d gone through these speech hundreds of times; most of the bones that had been broken was at a stable he’d frequently visited back in Germany. “Sie können einen Bericht geschrieben haben, und fügte hinzu, es zu diesem Haufen! Er konnte den Rücken gebrochen habe, und ein anderes gewesen Versicherungsfall. Sie werden nicht viel mehr-das Unternehmen will dieses Pferd gegangen, wissen Sie das?” He took a deep breath. “Warum sollte ich Ihnen auf diesem Pferd wieder? Sie haben mich betrogen, auch wenn Sie mir Ihr Wort.” Inhaling deeply, he sat back down, jaw set, arms crossed and without another word.

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“Ich weiß, dass SOLLTEN?” – “I SHOULD know that?”

“Ich weiß, dass! Wer glauben Sie, hat ihn trainiert, da Sie kamen? Wer war Ihrer Meinung nach die Verteidigung, verdammt, was für die vergangenen zwei Jahre? Ich habe! Ich kenne ihn mehr als Sie denken!” – “I do know that! Who do you think has trained him, since you came along? Who do you think was defending that damn thing for the past two years? I have! I know him more than you think!”

“Ich weiß, er hat seine Talente. Ich habe ihn vor gerannt-ich habe ihn vor geritten. Er hat sich bewährt, ich habe nicht die Absicht einer Beteiligung ihn zurück. Er ist nur eine Gefahr für Sie und alle anderen Fahrer hier verdammt.” – “I know he has his talents. I've raced him before- I've ridden him before. He's proven himself, I have no intentions of holding him back. He's only a danger to you and every other damn rider here.”

“Sie können einen Bericht geschrieben haben, und fügte hinzu, es zu diesem Haufen! Er konnte den Rücken gebrochen habe, und ein anderes gewesen Versicherungsfall. Sie werden nicht viel mehr-das Unternehmen will dieses Pferd gegangen, wissen Sie das?” – “You could've written a report and added it to this pile! He could've broken your back, and been another insurance claim. They won't take much more- the company wants this horse gone, you know that?”

“Warum sollte ich Ihnen auf diesem Pferd wieder? Sie haben mich betrogen, auch wenn Sie mir Ihr Wort.” – “Why should I let you on that horse again? You've betrayed me, even when you've given me your word.”

[Aliana Marie Lyn]

Aliana Marie Donahue

I don't want to break down,

but you are making it so hard on me

Ali was now fuming. Her whole body tensed as she listened to his words. Why the hell would she file for an insurance claim? She came from one of the wealthiest families in new York, maybe he didn’t know that. But she would sure as hell tell him if he kept going like he was. He was ripped about the fact she had gotten on the stallion. She knew it had been her mistake. All hers. But the fact of the matter was that at least she knew she was wrong. He had been wrong to doubt her. That was what had brought her to get up on the unruly horse. The fact he had doubted her talent. Ali would never have given the horse a second glance if he hadn’t doubted her.

Now she rose from the chair hearing his words about how she had given him her word and she had betrayed him. The chair moved back with her quick motion. Ali was now more angry then she had been mere minutes ago. She ached to just freak out on him. But she didn’t. He was her boss, maybe not for long since she should’ve hidden herself and the stud better, and she might not have been caught, but she had been, and she would own up to her actions. Eventually. But now Ali was forcing her tone to stay low. But it was obvious she was fighting the urge to be rude and sarcastic. “Fragen Sie nicht mein Wort. Ich gab mein Wort. Ich weiß. Und bei jeder möglicher anderen Gelegenheit würde ich durch sie, Herr Austen gehaftet haben. Aber, mich zu bezweifeln ist ein sehr großer Fehler. Ich sage, daß ich Sie, in einer Weise verriet. Aber was ich nicht sage, ist, daß ich im Unrecht war.”

[/b] She paused a moment and paced a few steps before bringing herself to face the man again. She was not a happy camper, and she needed to cool herself down. She was no one to speak abut egos. She had one of the biggest ones she knew of. But Beau, Beau could have probably given her a run for her money.

She ran a hand through her hair, and then down over her strangled face. She was tired, she was hung over, and she needed a coffee badly. Yes folks, take note of that. Ali had ridden the stud hung over, imagine what she would do when she was completely sober. She sighed as she looked at him “Er ist keine Gefahr zu mir, Herr Austen. Ich kann reiten. Ich kenne meine Fähigkeiten und wenn ich in jeder Hinsicht gedacht hatte, daß ich im gebürgten Gefahr I would've war. Aber nicht einmal dachte ich, daß ich im BegriffWAR geschädigt zu werden.”

She stopped and walked towards the door. Just going to grab her stuff and head home. She had a feeling she was about to be fired. She couldn’t say that she was sorry, because she wasn’t. And Aliana Marie would never say something if she didn’t believe in it with her whole heart, Saying sorry was not an option. But she thought she had shown that she knew she had been in the wrong. Just as her hand grasped the door, she turned back to him striding towards the desk. She stood and bent over it, putting her hands gently on the mahogany wood. "Sie sollten mich das verfluchte Pferd wieder reiten lassen, weil ich ihm dressage zum suple aus seiner Bewegung und dem Halten er von die Hölle unten brechen beibringen kann. I ihn erhalten freundlich umziehend über Zäune, die sich verstärken würden, ist Sehnen und ihn von unten brechen wieder zu halten. Dann kann ich ihm die Grundlagen eines guten westlichen Vergnügen Pferds beibringen, das ihn würde erlernen lassen, seinen vollständigen Körper zu benutzen. Aber eine Sache keine überhaupt muß erklären ihm, zu laufen daß ist. Daß er weiß. Erklären Sie mir, daß daß so Sie mich gehen wünschen, Herrn Austen und mich, geht. Aber ich könnte diesem Pferd ernsthaft helfen.” She said looking him square in the eyes. She wasn't backing down. Not today, and not ever. She knew what her riding abilities and training techniques could do for the horses here at this stable.





First: Do not question my word. I gave my word. I know. And on any other occasion I would have stuck by it, Mr. Austen. But doubting me is a huge mistake. I will say I did betray you, in a way. But what I won't say is that I was in the wrong.

Second: He is no danger to me, Mr. Austen. I can ride. I know my abilities, and if I had thought in any way that I was in danger I would've bailed. But not once did I think that I was going to be harmed.

Third. You should let me ride the damn horse again because I can teach him dressage to suple out his movement and keeping him from breaking the hell down. I getting him moving nicely over fences which would strengthen is tendons and again keep him from breaking down. Then I can teach him the fundamentals of a good western pleasure horse that would make him learn to use his whole body. But one thing no one ever has to tell him is to run. That he knows. So tell me that you want me to Leave, Mr. Austen, and I will go. But I could seriously help that horse.
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[Beau]

Beau was even more appalled when she had chosen, once again, to argue back without the slightest hint of apologies. His cheeks, once a flaming red, calmed as he breathed deeply, the muscles in his jaw fighting to hold it there. He couldn’t yell at her any longer- Beau couldn’t exactly decide if she deserved it or not. Maybe it was because she’d gotten on the stallion, but so had August. He wasn’t in the slightest mad there- but that was because she had permission. With a rather disgusted look, he shook his head. “In einer Art und Weise? Nein, Sie haben mich verraten. Ende der diskussion.” His tone was unusually calm. Perhaps this was just the eye of the storm.

Shaking his head, he crossed his arms over his chest, his fists balling up. Tendons had protruded a great amount, and it looked as though his muscles would be forever tense. “Ihr reiten? Nein ich zweifle nicht daran, Ihre Fähigkeiten-Sie haben bewiesen, die bereits, dass Sie fahren können. Der einzige Zweifel haben, ist, dass ich verdammt Pferd. Er ist zu kostbar, um mir zu geben, aber er ist unberechenbar.” It was odd; the murderer precious to Beau? Although it did not seem like it, Beau was too attached to the beast to let him go. “Sicher, man konnte spüren, wie man ihn beherrscht. It's just so einfach für ihn zu werfen Ihnen vor, wie Sie es für den Aufstieg auf den Rücken und nehme an, Sie haben ihn unter Kontrolle zu bringen.”

With a single deep breath, he closed his eyes for a moment, two fingers rubbing at his temples. With a ravaging headache, he only wanted to end this ‘discussion.’ He greatly preferred that Ali had apologized, and hoped she would when she was told she’d keep her job. “Du bist nicht verlassen. Ich werde Ihnen beibringen, was ihm die Hölle Sie wollen, aber Sie geben mir besser einen Bericht am Ende eines jeden Tag auf seine Fortschritte. Und wenn Sie sich geworfen einmal ausschalten,” His eyes open, he glared at her from his chair, holding up a single index finger to prove his point. “Und nur einmal, können Sie ihn ausschalten. Für gut. Jetzt, out von meine blick, bevor ich meinen Geist verdammt.” He finished with an exasperated, airy tone. Placing his index finger and thumb to the bridge of his nose, he leant back in his chair, quite catty now.

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“In a way? No, you did betray me. End of discussion.”

“Your riding? No. I don't doubt your abilities- you've proven, already, that you can ride. The only doubt I have is that damn horse. He's too precious to me to give up, but he is unpredictable.”

“Sure, you could feel like you've mastered him. It's just as easy for him to throw you off as it is for you to climb on his back and assume you've got him under control.”

“You're not leaving. I'll let you teach him whatever the hell you want, but you better give me a report at the end of each day on his progress. And if you are thrown off once,”

“and only once, you're off him. For good. Now, out of my sight before I change my damn mind.”

[Aliana Marie Lyn]

Ali glanced over Beau, seeing that he was getting angry again with the fact she had not apologized to him. She could see him tensing again, she could see his was ripped by the fact that she wouldn’t just apologize to him. She wasn’t going to do it, and she wouldn’t do it. Now she listened to his words of how she had not betrayed him, she knew she hadn’t. ha, he had given in to her, something she had not first expected from the headstrong man before her.

Though, she was not going to complain in any way shape or form about it. He was now going on about how he was not a trustworthy mount and how he was precious to beau. She understood, many would have sat there, scratching their heads over his words about how the horse was unpredictable, but precious. What he trying to say is, not matter how dangerous the horse was, his pedigree could not lie, the money he was worth over rode the danger he placed, and his talent was worth more than anything he could get at the auction. Her riding abilities.

Ali heard him actually utter a compliment, well, some what of a compliment towards her abilities, which made her a little less rebellious to prove herself. If he had just admitted that after she had gotten off Phantom, none of this would’ve happened. Ha, so it was his fault. Not really, but Ali was going to go on telling herself that. It was the easiest way. It was easier for Ali to let other people to the blame in her head, but when it came down to it, she would admit that she had been in the wrong as well, and she could not solely say that it was Beau's fault, for it was not.

Wait, come again? Her riding him, training him whatever she wanted? Did she hear that right. Yes, yes she did. But it was obvious he was more than protective of his workers since he said that the minute she was bucked off, she was done on him. She didn’t see that happening, but she had been wrong before. But not this time, she wouldn’t let herself be wrong this time. She nodded. A smile placed on her lips.”Thank you, Mr. Austen.” She then turned on her heels and strode out the door, having been dismissed by him. Once the door had been shut she released a quiet little squeal of joy. Ah, what a girl! Am I right?