Post by reid on Oct 5, 2010 19:43:46 GMT -8
Reid stepped into the barn at 7 am. He breathed in the fresh morning air. Their was nothing better then the fresh smell of dew in the morning and all the smells of a barn. He was dressed to do his work for the day in the barn. He had on a plain white tee shirt with a green flannel on and an old worn pair of wranglers all topped off by the old leather boots that were well past their days. He also wore a belt buckle from his rodeo days. It was silver with a gold lasso around it. There was a gold bucking bull in the middle. He walked into the barn and first grabbed a scoop of feed and took it to his stallions stall. Moon Dust was more then happy to be greeted with breakfast even though he knew it meant he was working. As the horse munched Reid grabbed a wheel barrow and shovel and immediately went to work. He had stripped the stall before he left the night before so he just picked it for the morning.
While the horse enjoyed his grain and fresh hay Reid was still busy. He grabbed his Billy Cook leather saddle and cleaned it along with his headstall, bit, and reins. These were his tools and all he had to work with. There is no more where these came from. Finally he grabbed the brown rope halter and pulled the appaloosa from the stall. He tied him and groomed him very thoroughly. Although Reid was no farrier he could clip toes and file them down. That helped save a little money however shoes and serious problems he always brought in the professional before ruining his horse. Once he had gotten the horse as close to perfection as possible he through on the sweat pad and green saddle blanket along with the saddle. All he had to do was put the bridle over his nose and the horse opened his mouth for the bit.
Reid was satisfied with his work with the young stallion. Now he needed something to work with and find himself more means to survive. He could something cheap and break it or find a mare and breed ole Dusty here to her. Something, anything. Reid had been dieing to hit the trails but would much prefer to do so with a fellow rider and had hoped someone would mosey into the barn to possible join him on his adventure with his steed. Okay maybe he was beginning to daydream a little bit.
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While the horse enjoyed his grain and fresh hay Reid was still busy. He grabbed his Billy Cook leather saddle and cleaned it along with his headstall, bit, and reins. These were his tools and all he had to work with. There is no more where these came from. Finally he grabbed the brown rope halter and pulled the appaloosa from the stall. He tied him and groomed him very thoroughly. Although Reid was no farrier he could clip toes and file them down. That helped save a little money however shoes and serious problems he always brought in the professional before ruining his horse. Once he had gotten the horse as close to perfection as possible he through on the sweat pad and green saddle blanket along with the saddle. All he had to do was put the bridle over his nose and the horse opened his mouth for the bit.
Reid was satisfied with his work with the young stallion. Now he needed something to work with and find himself more means to survive. He could something cheap and break it or find a mare and breed ole Dusty here to her. Something, anything. Reid had been dieing to hit the trails but would much prefer to do so with a fellow rider and had hoped someone would mosey into the barn to possible join him on his adventure with his steed. Okay maybe he was beginning to daydream a little bit.
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