Moving On {Open}

[adelaide]

The air around the farm was a nice, autumn air that was very cool on your skin as you walked. It was a beautiful day. The sky, though just beginning to brighten with the suns rays, was clear. The leaves of the trees that were getting ready for the winter to come were changing to beautiful shades of red, orange, yellow, and brown, before they fell to the ground, their life behind them. The horses that were kept in the pastures over night were graceful as they moved around, waiting for their owners to arrive to begin the day's work. Some of them raced around the pasture, frolicking and playing just as little foals do when they are first put in the fields. The morning birds sang a soft tune that echoed out through around the farm, letting everyone know that it was morning. And the cool, fresh smells of autumn mixed with the weird, yet awfully familiar scent of horses to make a gorgeous fragrance that filled the air. The scene was perfect, and Logan Banks could tell that the day was going to be, too.

The elegant, blonde girl drove her bright red convertible down the rode that lead to the main area of the farm. She boarded all four of her horses here, and, as she looked out into the pastures, she could see two of them out there. Her beautiful mare, Sonny was, of course, surrounded by many other horses. She was always the center of attention when it came to horses out in the pasture. Many would say that she was lead mare, but Logan knew that Sonny didn't have that kind of personality. She was only in it for the attention. Big Red, on the other hand, was a very gentle, kind animal that could definitely lead a herd if he wanted to. I was a strong leader, and, watching him out in the field, Logan had often seen that he would try to be everywhere at once to take control of things. Right now, though, he was peacefully grazing near the edge of the pasture, and Logan knew that he was probably still fairly asleep.

Logan couldn't help but to smile as she watched the horses. She had been around horses for most of her life, and they always made her happy. They knew what she wanted from them, and they would always give it to her in larger quantities than she was asking for. All she asked from them was their love and trust. If they loved and trusted her, then they would do just about anything for her. She frowned as she thought about this, remembering the day years ago when she had had the trust of one of the great beasts, and she had let him down. Thinking of that day made her sad, but it always floated into her mind. Every day, she seemed to be thinking about her past and what she did to her gelding on that terrible day. Though it wasn't actually her fault, she still blamed herself, for he had trusted her, and she had let him down.

The red car rolled to a stop and, as Logan took the key out, died. She sat there for a long moment, thinking about random things that were floating into her mind, before she finally got out of her car. The top of her car was up, so she knew that she didn't have really anything to worry about as far as her car. As for her horses, however, she knew that she needed to see all of them today. She took her purse and walked to the barn. Walking in, she walked past many beautiful horses that she sometimes wished she owned. Logan was never one to wish away her horses, but she did wish that she had enough money to buy more. As she walked, she passed one of the horses that she had been looking at to buy. Logan had to stop and stare at the beautiful mare for a long moment. She wished dearly that she had the money to buy the mare, but she knew that it would be a while before she had that kind of money.

Before she walked away, Logan gave the beautiful bay mare a gentle pat and then continued on to find her horses' stalls. It wasn't long before she arrived at Oliver's stall. He nickered softly to her and stuck his head out over the door, greeting her with his warm eyes. Logan smiled and rubbed his nose. He nudged her gently and she laughed. Rubbing his nose, she spoke to him. Hey there, Oliver. How are you this morning, baby? I know you want to be ridden, but let me take care of Grande, Sonny, and Red, and then we can ride, alright? She said, looking into his eyes. She acted as though he understood her, and, to her, he did. She knew that he needed to -and wanted to- be ridden, but she needed to tend to her other horses' needs before she could go riding. With one last pat, Logan moved down the corridor to the tack room.

Within the tack room, she had four saddles, four bridles, many different saddle pads, and four halters, along with her other essentials for her horses. Walking over to Oliver's saddle, she found her scheduler. It had reminders in it so that she didn't forget something that she needed to do to one of her horses that was important. She picked it up and flipped through it to find the right day, and then she scrolled down the list of things to do. In neat handwriting, she had only a few things written.

After checking over the list, she sighed disappointedly. She hadn't realized how much stuff she had to do. Looking over the list one last time, she put the scheduler down and grabbed Big Red's halter and lead rope. Humming a nice little tune, she walked out to the pasture that Big Red was staying in. She whistled loudly and then she watched as he raised his head. He flicked his ears toward her and stood there for a moment, before he whinnied happily and picked up a slow lope toward her. She smiled when he greeted her at the gate, and she slipped his halter on. Leading him back to the barn, she couldn't help but realize that it was going to be a long day. She had a lot to do today before she could ride, and she didn't know if she would even get to ride today, for the first rays of sun licked the sky as the sun slowly began to rise high into the sky.

After Logan had put Big Red back into the pasture and had checked over and taken care of Grande, she took Sonny's halter out to the pasture that she had seen her in earlier. She knew that Sonny was a lot more stubborn than Big Red and Grande, and she really didn't want that right now. Luckily, though, when Logan opened the gate, Sonny's head lifted and she turned to walk toward Logan. She smiled and waited for the horse to slowly make her way across the field. Logan knew that Sonny was taking her time, but she didn't care right now. It was only eleven o'clock, and she had already gotten most of her work for the day done. When Sonny arrived, Logan clipped her halter on and led her to the barn, making her trot a little to get her some exercise.

After checking over her large, grey horse, Logan put the mare in her stall, knowing that she wouldn't like this at all. Smiling, Logan walked swiftly to the tack room. She scratched out everything on the list except for the things that she needed to do to Oliver and then moved back to Oliver, taking him out of the stall and grooming him greatly. She checked over him as she groomed him, making sure that he didn't have any bruises or cuts. Finally, she tacked him up with a green saddle pad and black tack. After cleaning up her mess, led him out of the barn and to the outdoor arena, thinking that it was a great day to work outside. She quickly set up a few jumps before mounting Oliver and walking him around the arena a few times to warm him up. During this time, she looked at her new text messages, knowing that she had gotten a few. The ones that she got were mostly from her father and brothers, and they made her hurt inside and they also made her angry.

Logan slowed Oliver to a stop and dismounted him, knowing that she would only hurt him if she tried to ride him while she was angry. So instead, she stomped over to the fence, threw her phone on the ground and hit the fence as hard as she could. It hurt her, and it made her feel a little better, but she was still fairly mad. She rested her arm on the fence rail and then rested her head on her arm as she began to cry. She cried from both the pain that she felt inside and outside. She almost never cried in public, but when her father and brother had to text her and tease her about her depression, she did cry. She cried so hard right there on the side of the arena. She was focusing so hard on what her family had said to her and the pain that she felt that she didn't hear someone come up behind her. They nuzzled her shoulder, and she jumped slightly. She turned swiftly to see Oliver standing there, looking as if he felt the way she did. Looking into those eyes, she forgot everything about her father. She smiled a half smile and hugged him before she mounted him again.

Logan moved the large horse into a trot and trotted him around the arena a few times, letting her face get dry, puffy, and sticky from her tears. She concentrated on the jumps that she had set up. She knew that they were slightly higher than the jumps that she had set up previously, but she knew that they were not to high for Oliver. She had seen him jump fairly high jumps in his life, and these were only 3'6' - 3'9'. She patted him on the neck and smiled. She lined him up for the first jump and took a deep breath. Holding it in, she moved him into a gallop before taking on her jumping position. They went sailing over the jump and landed on the other side, looking as if there was no effort at all involved. She smiled happily as she moved him around the arena another time. She hated moving straight into a jumping training. She felt that horses that had owners that did this had bad joints. Instead, she took one to five jumps as warm-up jumps, always taking a trip around the arena afterwards. After a moment, she lined him up for a second jump. This would be the last warm-up jump before she took no time in between jumps to take him around the arena and just took him straight into the jump instead.

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