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[Patricia Raine Ericson]

Patricia Raine Ericson

[atrb=width,410,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=style,border-radius:50; background: #ffffff url('http://i45.tinypic.com/xfp46t.png') no-repeat bottom;] [style=width: 100px; margin: 0px 0px 0px 0px; padding: 10px; border-left: 8px solid #e2e6ea; background: #b0b4bf; border-right: 8px solid #e2e6ea; color: #ffffff; font-face: verdana; font-size: 9px; text-align: center; letter-spacing: 03px; float: right; border-radius:90;] Words: 726 Tags: Open Notes: :3 "Easy, Dannie! You're wrecking this thing! I've always known that moving Dannie in a trailer would be tough, but I had still hoped that she at least would be used it now. The mare was neighing and half-rearing inside the trailer. 'Oh someone, help me. Or kill me,' I thought and sighed. My stepdad had helped me drive the horses here, but he didn't seem quite as happy when he found out that he actually had to help me lead them to the stalls. Martin came out of the car and walked to me, turning his gaze to the paint mare. Both of us saw clearly that it would get tough to take her out. "Trisha, are you sure that I should be the one leading her out?" Martin said, looking at me with worried eyes. He had been my stepfather for a while now - well, for 17 years - and he knew my horses by now. "Yes, dad, it should. She likes you just as much as she likes me, you know that. And you're also stronger than me." I smiled and pointed at the mare, holding Martin's eyes. "Now, please help me." My dark eyes turned into deep and emotional puppy eyes, a look I knew was irresistable. He sighed and opened the trailer carefully. He could never resist my puppy eyes, he never had been able to. I felt a bit evil for doing this to him, but what the heck. He easily loosened the tied rope that had been holding Dannie in place and lead her out. "Oh, can you help me with Sammie too?", I said, looking into the trailer. My gelding, Sammie, had patiently been standing next to Dannie the whole trip like a good boy, and now he looked at me with his beautiful dark eyes. Martin sighed, gave the lead-rope to me and went in to get Sammie. He didn't like the blonde stepfather as much though, since he was still new and everything. Sammie had only been mine for about 1 year now, but he acted just like a sweetheart when he was with me. The cross stallion's story was a bit tragic. He had been abused by a farmer in his younger years, and he had a tough time trusting me and my family when we first got him. But, if you're waiting for something good.. Ehum, I forgot the rest. I know what I mean, that's what mattered. He was a sweetheart now towards me, and he still learned to trust others too. I take his rope as well from Martin and watches as he goes back into the car and drives away, leaving me with two horses - one in each hand - and some bags. The bags were luckily saddlebags, so with a bit of complicated gymnastics, I succeeded to put two saddlebags each upon the horses' backs. Done. And time to look around. Leading the two horses carefully towards the stalls, I observed the place. This place looked good, and I meant good. I stopped, unsure what to do. I shouldn't just walk into the stalls as if I had been here forever. Right? That couldn't be the right thing to do. The best thing would be if I just waited here outside, waiting for someone to welcome me. Yeah... That would be the best. Sammie nudged my shoulder and nibbled slightly on my hair, which was set up in a ponytail. It wasn't a long ponytail though, since my hair only reached to my shoulders. I was dressed in a yellow-white tank top which showed off my figure rather nicely - according to me - and I wore my favorite jeans too. I've had these jeans since I was 16, so it was a miracle that they still fit. They were really dark blue with ripped holes on the knees, slightly sun-bleached on the thighs too. It was kind of obvious that I had been using them for a while. Dannie snorted and nudged my shoulder too, as if she wanted some candy. I kissed her right above her muzzle and smiled. "Babies, you get candy later when we're all packed and done. I have my hands full right now with you two," I kissed Sammie too and smiled. My two sweethearts. I surely hoped that we would make some friends here... [/style]

[Maxxie Ivy Dane]

It had been an interesting day at the barn, even though nothing particularly special happened, everything just seemed to refreshing today. Even my black quarter horse, Hemy, seemed to have a bit more kick in his usually smooth strep as we walked around one of the paths that lead back in to the barn. I listened to his clop step next to the sound of the squeaking reigning saddle, as dirt trail turned in to grey concrete barn floor. The shade of the barn roof soon covered our heads and I could tell that Hemy was relived to be out of the bright Thursday spring sun when he tossed his pitch mane over his lowered crown. Even though we aren't technically sup-post to be riding in to the barn, there wasn't really anyone here today so I just went ahead and did it, plus Hemy needed to be cooled down from the trying reigning practice for the upcoming competition.

Turning the reigns to Hemys stall near the back, we rounded a corner and we surprisingly greeted by a blonde girl with a short ponytail waiting with her horses. Instinctively I leaned forward in the larger saddle and swung off to the side of Hemy's powerful 16.1 hh body, landing with a weird thud on the concrect and took a hold of one of Hemy's split reigns when he stopped. I brought the black reign to my left and started to walk forward, Hemy following closely behind understanding the possible trouble of the situation. Since I didn't exactly recognize the person, you could never be to safe if they were to tell on you for breaking on of the barn rules.

Hemy snorted as we neared the other horses. Being a friendly horse he would naturally want to meet and probably play with them. However being a stallion not all other horses were friendly to him so I kept him on the opposing side of me that faced away from the horses and girl. I was going to walk past her, thinking that she was some other rider, but when we passed I noticed that all her horses hand on were saddle bags. Saddle bags? Well that was strange, Hemy seemed to feel the weirdness and halted pulling me back slightly as I had not realized that he decided to stop.

I sighed and went over to her, still holding the reign with Hemy close behind, we stood about two yards away still in the shade of the door entrance. I smiled at the new person and slightly waved before putting my hand on Hemy's nose a bit behind me. "Hello there, umm I'm Maxxie. Are you looking for someone or something?" I'm usually a cool people person but today was one of those days that I just have a bit of hyper in my system, that I supposed was noticeable even with my British accent.