Sideways, [LANE]

[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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Racket came from the barn area as Ashley rummaged around the tack room. She was obviously looking for something, but it'd look crazy if anyone else saw her. Popping up from the corner, treat in hand, Ashley smiled as she walked out. Coming to the row of stalls in the barn, she stopped at the one her mare was in. Chex was written on the name plate. That was Ashley's trusty steed, her all time favorite. Smiling as she looked in on the 15 hand mare, opening the stall door, she watched Chex's ears perk twords her. In one swift motion she turned, and had her nose stretched out. She knew what was coming. Ashley held the treat out in her palm, feeling Chex's lips take it from her. Chewing the treat, Chex tossed her head a bit and nudged Ashley's arm lovingly. Ashley let a hand come to the mare's neck, rubbing it. Grabbing the halter from the stall door, she slipped the leather around her nose. Buckling it, she reached for the cotton lead that dangled in the dirt. She turned, leading the mare from the stall.

Putting her in the cross ties, she grabbed a brush and went to work. After brushing the dust off, she sprayed her down with Cowboy Magic shine stuff. Brushing her mane out, she moved back to her tail. Unbraiding it, she brushed through it quickly. She always kept it braided, so she wouldn't step on it and rip it out or anything. She'd worked too hard on that tail to see it all go. It was thick, and full, just like she liked it. Braiding it back, she placed all the brushes back where they belonged. She threw her saddle pad over her back, putting it in the right spot. Grabbing her saddle, she threw it over with ease. Lifting it up to adjust the saddle pad for her withers, she sighed slightly. Chex, of course, stood attentively. She was pretty calm for the most part, and Ashley's favorite horse since she was born.

Tightening the girth, she smiled as Chex looked back, pinning her ears slightly. Chex hated that part, but she got over it quickly. "Brat," Ashley whispered, laughing and patting her neck on her way back to the tack room to get her bridle. She looked through her assortments, there were tons there, but she had a spot just for her's. She hated it when other people used her stuff. She grabbed a bridle with a bit that had a medium port, and slung it over her shoulder. Chex's ears perked again as Ashley walked back, maybe expecting a treat. Ashley popped her on the nose as she walked by. Chex was getting bad about that. The mare pinned her ears again, retracting her nose. Unsnapping the cross ties, Ashley removed the mare's halter and slipped the bit into her mouth. Chex willingly took it.

Leading the mare to the indoor, she closed the gate behind her. She didn't look around for anyone else, she never did. She wasn't really use to it, seeing as when she was at home no one else cared if she came in. She wasn't very good with ring ediquitte. She knew when to move, and when to expect people to move for her. That's about it. She slung the reins over the mare's neck, tightening the girth once more. She sighed again, putting her left foot in the stirrup and lifting up. Slinging her other leg over, she smiled as she pat Chex on the neck. Usually she'd walk off, just to be a bitch. This time she stayed put, her head lowered as she felt Ashley sit in the saddle. Ashley's hands found the reins, and parted them to put them in her left hand. Slipping her finger inbetween them, she picked up on Chex's face. The mare's nose tipped in, obeying quietly. Ashley bumped with her spurs, sending the mare into a slow collected walk. Letting her face go, Ashley bumped her again. They set off to a jog. It was slow, but slightly bumpy. Chex was no pleasure jogger, but she had a dream lope. It didn't matter to Ashley, though, that's not what she got her for. She was just a reiner.

Putting her right leg into her and picking her up, she asked Chex to move off the rail. She switched her tail, being slightly fresh. Ashley smiled as Chex moved off her spur, turning to the left. Jogging across the middle of the arena, she let Chex loosten up a little bit. This could be a good ride, or a bad one. Ashley was hoping good.

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Outfit

[m4ry23]

country boy, ain't got no ills,

<sub>The fresh smell of alfalfa hay and horses filled his nostrils as he walked into the large bar, going down the aisle to where he had settled his horses in just the day before. He figured he would give his horses the day off yesterday to get used to stuff, but today it was back to work and practice; just another day in paradise. Lane had come early this morning to work his colt, Sunny, but now three of his four horses were out in the pasture in light sheets to keep their coat protected from mud and the light drizzle that was slowly coming down. He liked to keep his horses pristine looking, you couldn't have a rough looking horse as a horse trainer and professional. Of course at home they had just ranch horses, but these were performance horses and they were different.

Lane walked to the stall of the only horse of his that was left in, the bitchiest mare alive, Thug Nasty, or 'G'. She had an attitude and could be nasty, just like her name applied, but when you got her into the roping box she was ready for work. Lane really had to concentrate on keeping the mare focused, because though she always wanted to work, she was a barrier breaker and jumper when she wanted to. 'G' was a beautiful dun, almost grulla mare, standing 15.2hh and built to rope a calf off of. She was a beast when she was going, but just a pain to deal with almost all over times. He kept her around cause she was a money winner, and even though she had a bitch personality, Lane and her just clicked.

He grabbed a leather halter that hung on her halter hook, her name 'Thug Nasty' plated on one side and 'high point calf horse' plated on the other. He walked into the stall of the mare, pulling the worn leather over her nose and clasping it. He grabbed towards the end of the lead rope, sliding the stall door open a bit more and walking 'G' out onto the concrete isle. He walked down to the cross-ties, turning the mare around in them and hooking her up. He threw the lead rope over her neck, watching as her ears flew back and she ground her teeth. Lane just shook his head, walking to the tack room to get his stuff.

He pulled out his professionals choice pad, throwing it on G's back and moving as she threw her head back trying to bite. He pushed her neck, "Damn, you're such a bitch!" he muttered, grabbing a saddle with "Jim Hollis Memorial Champion Healer" engraved on it and white professional choice combination boots velcroed around the stirrups. He cinched 'G' up, ignoring her teeth grinding, and brought his thick breast collar around her muscular chest, attaching it to his d-ring, and hooking it to his girth. He grabbed the boots off his stirrups, putting them on her legs, before walking back to the tack room to get his bridle and tie-down. He didn't need any of his other gear right now, he was just going to do some flat, no calf work. Just a 'get used to your new place' ride; he would rope the dummy later.

He unhooked 'G' from the cross-ties, fixing her mane over to one side and pulling the tie down over her head, fixing her fore-lock and bringing the tie-down strap though a loop on his breast collar and down to his cinch, following that with his bridle, the mare willingly taking the bit into her mouth. He fixed her fore-lock again, patting the middle of her head before unclipping one side of his roping reins, and leading her to the indoor arena. He stopped in the middle, watching another girl trot around the arena before tightening his cinch and clipping the rein back to his bit.

Lane stood about six foot tall and was lean but athletic; you couldn't be a puny guy to throw calves in the PRCA. It just didn't work like that. Today he wore a Budweiser tee-shirt and a john deer ball cap that was worn around the bill. He had on a pair of cinch jeans, and his trusty justin's with his custom spurs set low on them. He was particular about spurs and boots! A leather belt with a big silver belt buckle held his pants on right where he wanted them. He was typical, and as soon as his spurs gently touched the sides of the Dun mare, she started to crow hop down the center of the arena, towards the blonde on the horse. "Damn it, 'G'," he cursed, kicking her a good one with his spurs, and pulling her head up with his muscular arms, taking his outside leg to her side and loping her in a small circle to stop her bucking. He had this down to a science, it was a usual thing for the mare to take off bucking after a few days off. It was who she was.

After she stopped bucking, lane lowered his hand and sat deeper into his seat, pushing his legs a little further and bringing the mare down to a jog. He liked his horses to jog smooth, why knock the boys around when you didn't have to! She trotted up to the girl, keeping the mare in a nice, smooth jog as he came up to the side of the other rider. "Sorry about almost running into you. She kind of has a mind of her own sometimes," Lane said with a sweet smile, his handsome chiseled face paring well with his green eyes. He was a looker and a charmer. "I'm Lane Brooks," he added, his throat bringing up a deep Texas accent.</sub>

country boy, don't owe no bills!

[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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Chex's ears were tilted back twords Ashley, trying her best to listen for anymore signals. Ashley just kept her trotting, picking her up every now and then when she got too nosed out. She moved her into a long trot, which wasn't new for Chex. She usually long trotted her when she was fresh. Chex went right into it, extending as far as she could. It wasn't much, but it got the job done. A few more laps and Ashley sat back in the saddle, relaxing her whole body. Without a voice cue, Chex slid to a stop. Of course it wasn't a big slide, she was only trotting. Still, you could tell she was ready to listen. Ashley pressed both spurs into her, pressing her into a jog again. Chex jogged along, her poll even with her withers. Her nose was tipped in, just how Ashley liked it. She couldn't stand high-headed reiners.

She was wearing Cowgirl Tuff Jeans today. Her favorite ones, at that. Her shirt was a simple cheetah burnout v-neck. She wore a brown and white cow-hide belt with sparkled crosses on it, which held a silver belt-buckle that read 'NCHA Non-Pro World Champion' on it. It was blinged out as well. This was her everyday, maybe sometimes in just a normal tshirt. She liked to look good, but didn't care if she looked aweful. She always wore her tan ostrich skin Luchesee boots, which were worn. She was also equipped with her custom spurs her father bought her 9 years ago at the Quarter Horse Congress. Her innitials 'AMS' were on the sides of both.

Seeing another person come to the arena, she payed no attention. She just guided her mare along. Chex was being pretty easy to get along with, and wasn't minding much. The mare, too, glanced at the newcomers, but didn't pay much attention to them. She was use to having a ton of horses in the arena with her, just one wasn't a big deal. Ashley glanced over, seeing the guy and his horse coming twords them in quite a frenzy. She smirked softly, picking up on Chex's face. Chex gave, and Ashley released. Just checking. Once the guy and his horse got settled down, she looked back ahead. It wasn't long until she noticed someone beside them, jogging at the same pace. She looked at him. A cowboy, huh?

Sorry about almost running into you. She kind of has a mind of her own sometimes She smirked as she heard him speak. By now she was looking back in front of her, Chex jogging alongside of the other mare. Her ears twitched, not sure what to think of it. Ashley caught his name, looking back at him. He seemed nice. "Mine has a mind of her own all the time," She said sarcasticly, but meeting it with a friendly smile "nice to meet ya, I'm Ashley Sutton." Her southern accent dripped from her voice. She never noticed it. She hated going North, where they made fun of you for that stuff. She looked him up and down. He was pretty cute, your typical Cowboy. Cute guy on a rope horse, go figure. She'd seen a lot of them. "Thankfully she was only a bitch to break, now she's alright" She said softly. She loved Chex, but she was hell to start.

She remembered when she was foaled. Out of a Gunner mare, by Big Chex To Cash. She was beautiful. Her father didn't want her, he'd already had his pick of the crop. She was glad she had the chance to have her. She lunged her as a yearling, put her into pasture, and got her back out when she was two. A month or two of being bucked off, kicked, bit, and all the good stuff, she finally got the mare to ride around without trying to kill someone. Ever since she was alright, easy to teach, willing for the most part. Then again, if you pissed her off, you wouldn't get her back that day. She sometimes even held a grudge into the next day. You never knew with her. Just one hard spurring could piss her off, and she was gone.

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[m4ry23]

country boy, ain't got no ills,

<sub>Lane was from Stephenville, Texas, born and raised on a ranch with a rodeo family. His dad was a famous roper in the PRCA and his mom a barrel racer. He had twin sibblings, now nineteen years old, one barrel raced and did break-away, the other rode bulls and broncs. His grand parents rodeoed and so did his great grand parents. It was a never ending lineage, and if he had his way at all the lines would continue, even though he never wanted to be a dad. At least not right now, afterall he had left his pregenant ex-girlfriend, only sending her a monthly check. He wasn't the settling type.

Lane took a one over of the girl, she was cute with a nice body, and obvious a good rider. He noticed her buckle and glanced back up at her, he did some cutting his self, but mainly he roped because that was where the money was for him. He knew a lot of people in the cutting world, but he had never seen her. "I understand. G is a bitch, but she ropes like a champ when she wants to. I have earned a lot off of her," he replied. Thug Nasty had her name for a reason, she deffinatly didn't deserve a name like Cotton Candy or Pumpkin Pie or something. She could be nasty, but he loved her. G was his type of woman, worked hard, beautiful, and bitchy. It was a perfect working relationship.

Ashley Sutton the name echoed in the back of his mind, trying to figure out if he knew her or had ever heard of her. He noticed her accent, but decided it was better to ask then assume where she was from. "Are you from Addison, Ashley?" he asked, checking G when her nose began to pop-up. He looked back at her buckle, it was impressive that was for sure. "I do a little cuttin' myself on the circut when I ain't ropin'. Have we met before?" he inquired. He really sucked with girls names, none were ever around nearly long enough for him to remember. His ex- Lora was a cutter too, but he didn't even know if she still did it or not, having a baby and all now.

G began to slowly settle the more steps around the arena they took. It always took her a bit to get used to places, because she was kind of stung out. Sometimes Lane swore she had a brain problem, but it didn't matter. He paid good money for the mare, and she earned it most of the time. The only horse he had that he had ever bred and raised was Sunny, his colt. The gorgeous palomino was coming along nicely as a calf horse too. He was pretty excited to take him to a few jackpots soon. G snorted, tossing her head up and hitting the end of her tie-down, settling her head back down exactly to where Lane wanted it.</sub>

country boy, don't owe no bills!

[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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Ashley noticed him looking at her. That was just a thing people did, they looked over eachother. To size each other up, or to check them out. Hearing him speak, she nodded "takes a bitch to know one," She said with a laugh, shaking her head at herself. She was quite sarcastic, but she was a friendly as can be. She'd make friends with a brick wall. She could talk all day, but some days she was quiet. She felt like she was being a little too quiet at the moment, anyway. Lance Brooks. His name didn't ring a bell for her either. She noticed his mare's name was 'G', which was interesting. Pretty cool, too.

"I'm from Fort Worth," She said, smiling at him once again. The thought took her back to home. Tuning back in as he spoke again, she looked back at him "Oh yea?" She asked, tilting her head and smiling. She figured she wouldn't find anyone who'd been around the cuttings here. Not at the barn, that is. A lot of the people were more into the English scene. She'd taken a few lessons from her mom, but not many. "Thats funny, I use to rope a little bit when I wasn't cuttin" She said and shook her head. "don't think we've met, might've seen ya around though." She was never sure who she saw, between the shows and rodeos, she knew a lot of people. She was sure he did too, he looked like he knew what he was doing. "I didn't bring a cuttin' horse up here, daddy didn't have one I could take" She said and shrugged. "Ya might know him, David Sutton," She said as she looked back to Lane.

She remembered being at home, and missed it slightly. The only person she'd met here was some asshole who she had to force to be friends with her. Brantley, he was a trip. That's for sure. She missed her friends at home, they were all guys. She felt slightly better that the first two people she'd met here were guys. Lane was a lot easier to get along with so far than Brantley. She wasn't much into the whole hanging out with girls thing. They were too bitchy for her. She had a few she hung out with around horses, and even Heeled at a few rodeos for one of her girl friends. She actually brought her rope horse with her, Cash. He was a cool dude, and mostly did anything you asked him to. Easy to ride, gather cattle on him, run dogs under him, break colts with him.

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Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I’m hell on wheels

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[m4ry23]

country boy, ain't got no ills,

<sub>Lane always sized people up, espically men in bars, but with girls he was usually sizing up their boobs and butts; seeing if their body was as good looking as their face. He was not shy about it either, he would do it in plain sight. He had gotten slapped a few times, but usually he sweet talked his way into the girls pants anyway. He laughed at what she said, shaking his head, "Or takes someone that knows how to handle a bitch," he replied with a nod a sly smirk falling over his face. He settled his hands a bit, feeling 'G' relax under him.

"Fort Worth? I'm from Stephenville. Not to far away, I am suprised we have not met yet," he replied, Stephenville was probably an hour and a half away from Fort Worth, not too far at all really. Sometimes he and his boys would go into Forth Worth on a Friday night, rent a motel, and stay for the weekend, going from bar to bar. They just liked to have fun really, no harm in that. Not to mention when the PRCA came through Fort Worth, he didn't have to travel far at all to go. It was always nice to be able to come home at nights after a long day of rodeoing. Those were the only nights he didn't go out to the bars, on weekends of Rodeo's, because he felt he needed to be more focused on his ride and rope rather than being hung over. He would go out after championship rounds, no doubt, but not during the rodeo.

He nodded back at her, raising his eyes to her smile and smiling back. He was a friendly guy, espically when it came to girls. He had a lot of friends around, known as being wild and fun to be around, espically on the bar scene. He wasn't an alcoholic, he just enjoyed beer, a lot, and he was acutally funny when he was drunk, not a douche bag. "Well, maybe we will have to rope together sometime. I might need a partner for team around here at local stuff," He replied, feeling 'G' start to hop a little in the back, her tail swishing. He knew she wanted to buck, but she usually did this when she wanted to lope to. He let her ease into a slow lope, trying to stay near Ashley the best he could.

When Ashley said her fathers name, it rung a bell. He smiled a bit, nodding, he had bought his horse Outlaw from David Sutton, after a cutting one day, a few years back. "I do know your dad. I bought my horse Outlaw from him a few years ago," he said with a smile. Now he was even more suprised he didn't know Ashley before. He felt like he should know her, since they kind of already had history between hores and living so close. It's weird how people meet and have odd-ball connections through other people. As they say, it is such a small world. "My dad also hauled some horses for him once, when he was going to a ropin' out of town," he added. It kind of stunned him, he had a big network of people he knew, even her dad and yet they had never met. He was sure they probably had seen eachother before, but he was a young punk back then when he bought Outlaw. That was right before his ex got pregenant, and was also still cuttin with him. That was actually who introduced him to Mr. Sutton.

ooc.// sorry it sucks! I gotta go to work, so I rushed. And I threw it out on a limb how he knew her dad? That it would be cool to give them some weird history thing.</sub>

country boy, don't owe no bills!

[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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Listening to the guy, she couldn't help but to feel like she'd seen him. He was becoming sightly familiar to her, though she knew she had never spoken to him. When he stated that he lived in Stephenville, she took notice. That was interesting. "Yea, for real" She said witha shrug "Horse people livin' that close usually get real friendly together." She shrugged, thinking about home again. Her and her friends would go out in Forth Worth as well, but it was their home. They would sneak into bars, go to concerts, and most of her friend's Daddies roped in the PRCA. That was her favorite time of the year. Hot cowboys that knew what they were doing. She would sometimes get payed to lope horses at cuttings, which is where she met a lot of people. That was always easy money.


Noticing him lope his horse off, she pressed Chex with her outside spur. Chex loped off, staying pretty close to Lane and G. Chex's ears pinned, this is what she hated. She despised loping beside other horses, or so close to them. Ashley was use to horses like this, when they would lope in the circle at cuttings some of her dad's horses would get a little bitter. Chex's ears pinned more, her nostrils flaring. Ashley could feel her body tensing up under her. Ashley spurred her in the right side hard, then again, her rowl sinking into Chex. The mare jumped to the left, her ears coming up as she lowered her head. "Damn huzzy," Ashley said before asking her to lope off again. Catching up to Lane, she shook her head "Sorry," she said with a slight laugh and shrug.


Hearing that he bought a horse from her father, she smiled. "wow, can't believe they knew eachother and never introduced us," She said and smirked. "I think I might've seen you around a time or two, though" She said and shrugged again. Then when he mentioned his dad hauling horses for her's, she nodded. She could remember that. "I wasn't much of a stay-at-home daughter, though.." She said and chuckled "If I wasn't feeding or riding horses, I was runnin around town." She loved those days, when she could work when she wanted to. Her daddy would get mad, though, if he saw that nothing was getting done for a few days. You didn't wanna get him mad.

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Brother I’m hell on wheels

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OOC.
it's alright, mine are pretty small compared to yours, but i think it's just the format your using? i type my fingers off! haha

[m4ry23]

country boy, ain't got no ills,

<sub>It was weird to him how they both lived so close, yet had never interacted. Of course when he was with Lora, she didn't let him interact with other girls when they were together. But when he was on the road he was a "free" man and interacted with A LOT of girls. He was a man whore but with a handsome face like his, it wasn't hard to be one. He nodded at what she said, he knew a lot of people around Forth Worth, but hey, sometimes you never even know what is in your backyard. "I agree, but you know it's never to late to get to know someone," he said with a smirk, watching as she started to lope up next to him. He noticed her horse looked pissed that she had to be that close to another horse. "I see G ain't the only horse around here with her own opinions," he yelled back as she started spurring and correcting the mare.

He watched her for a moment before turning his head back to his own mare. She always loped with her ears back, it was her way of showing her discontentness with what she was having to do. He was so used to her bull crap that he paid no attention to her ears. He slid her to a stop, backing her up before begining to lope again, noticing Ashley catching up to them again and apologizing. "No need to apologize. You saw my mare earlier, tryin' to be a bronc and not a rope horse," he said with a smile, easing his horse to a smoother, more rounded lope. He liked his horses head tucked, that way it engaged more power from the back end. He was particular, and he had his own superstitons about why he did certain things.

Lane laughed a bit at her statement about their parents never introducing them. He could figure why, his own dad knew he ran around with a lot of girls and was trouble, and he was sure her dad also knew. "I'm sure your dad told my dad that if he ever brought me close to his daughter he would kill me. I kind of have a reputation," he said with a wink. He was not kidding either, daddy's hated him, mommas loved him, and their daughters wanted him, usually for a relationship, to be their knight in shining amour, but he only wanted to deflower them and leave. He had been that way since he hit puberty. He had his good qualities, but he had only had one serious relationship with anyone, and he left her quick after she wouldn't give up their baby.

He nodded when she said that she though they might have seen each other around, "I bet we did. It would have pretty much been impossible not to," he replied. They had probably seen each other at cuttins, bars, and who knows where else. He laughed when she described that she didn't stay at home much and ran around town. He stayed at home quite a lot when he wasn't rodeoing or cuttin. That wasn't much of time though. "I gotchya, I stayed at home when I could, but I was out on the road a lot at different rodeo's or cuttin's or some event. The boys and I would go into town on weekends when I could get away. It's just we got a big ranch in Stephenville with a lot of cattle, ropers, and barrel horses. We got a big family to take care of it all, but it is still a lot to do with a lot of us gone all the time," he replied with a smile. He was a big family guy, he loved is family to death and would do anything for them. It was his sweetest quality.


ooc.// oh it is the format, we are equal in legenth! That is why I use the format. Makes everything look fancy and epic!</sub>

country boy, don't owe no bills!

[maddie]

Ridin 95 down the highway, sideways, runnin from ol' John Law
I got the booze in the boot, move it over Bo Duke make room for a real outlaw

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She couldn't help but laugh a little bit at his comment about G not being the only one. Chex was pissed now. One thing like that, and she held a grudge. It was all just a game to her, anyways. Ashley sat the lope, picking up on Chex's face. Chex reluctantly gave, and let out a snort every stride. Ashley smiled as she heard her quiet up, that was one sign that she was coming back down. Snorting, to Chex, was a way to let everyone know that she was there. That was was pissed.


As he spoke again, she only looked at him. She looked at his horse, studying the mare for a few seconds. She was definatly built to work. She seemed like she knew her job, too. Most horses with attitudes were better at their job than just loping around. They had a few like that. Then some who hated their job, but they did it anyways. Watching as he pushed her into an easier lope, she made note that he actually knew how to ride. Some ropers only knew how to steer, kick, and stay on long enough to warm them up and swing a rope around their head for a few minutes. She couldn't stand that.

Smiling, she nodded "well, he is pretty protective," She said with a laugh. Her daddy was very protective of her, so she did a lot of her dirty deeds in town. He allowed her to drink, hang out with boys, and go to town. He just didn't like the idea of her with guys. "I've got my own reputation anyways," She teased, winking back at him. She laughed again "he's also taken a few boys in the far 50 and wooped their asses" she said with a shrug. It was cool to have a dad like him, but it made it hard to even have a boyfriend. Thankfully she was here now, where she could figure things out without his help.

Listening to him speak about trying to stay home, she nodded. She knew what he meant. They had a lot going on at their farm, too. Thankfully they had Mexicans to help. Her brother helped a good deal, too. While her mother worked at the vet clinic, she spent some days at the barn with her Daddy, or with her mother. Thankfully, she learned a lot. "Hmmm," She said with a smile. They sure did have a lot in common. "I could see how our daddies would get along," She said softly "we operate in a lot of the same ways." She wasn't sure if he would get what she was saying. She figured her daddies were good friends and got along, since she and Lane had a lot in common.

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Duct tape on that license plate, a 6 gun in the dash
Thunder in the hood, heaven from a still, lightning in a jar
Brother I’m hell on wheels

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[m4ry23]

country boy, ain't got no ills,

<sub>Lane let his hips move with 'G's lope, letting his hand holding the reins rest, and his free hand lay on his leg like a pleasure rider. His free hand was usually messing with a rope or cell phone, but that would be rude to do to Ashley while they were having a decent conversation. G' chomped on her big, just out of actual willingness and wanting to work. She had her great moments.

His green eyes followed Ashley as she rode, trusting G would not do something retarded. He enjoyed riding, and could break and train horses like a champ. He had been breaking and training horses since he was young, he trained his first rope horse at the age of 12, which is a pretty big feat for a twelve year old! He loved that damn horse and would spend hours with it. He wasn't your typical roper, though he had his sterotypical moments. Well he had a lot of those moments.

He thought of his dad and what Ashley's dad probably thought of Lane when his own father mentioned his boy. He probably thought that he was repulsing and a man whore, who would get his pretty baby girl knocked up and leave her in the dust. Hey, if Ashley's father thought like that then he was not wrong, but Ashley could have been one of the girls to actually whip him into shape and not let him be a dick.

He smirked at what she said about her father being protective, "I understand. My little sisters boyfriends ain't got a change with my pops," he replied with a laugh. His dad had always been protective of his little sister, and had always told his boys he would rip their balls off if they hurt a girl. Lane still had his balls, so he wasn't too good on his promises. He raised an eye-braw, a smirk crossing his face, "Oh, and what is your reputation?" he asked, letting his dirty little mind wonder.

He chuckled when she said her dad and whooped some guys asses in the back of the property, his own father had taken them to the barn or met them at a door with a gun. His little sister was beautiful, and the boys loved to flock to her. His dad was very protective of her. He nodded in agreement when he said that their families functioned the same way, "I think so. They still should have introduced us though," he replied with a smile. He laughed a bit, easing up on the reins and letting the mare easily come down to a walk, no need to slide her or anything. It was their first day riding in the new place, she did well and deserved a easy walk out.

[ooc/ sowwy its horribe!]</sub>

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