Simply Enchanting {wayne}

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The silverado's tires spun as Cadence hit the gas, gunning it away from her apartment complex. She was so over classes it wasn't even funny. Who's idea was it to take classes over summer session anyway? Oh right, her mom's. It was such a stupid idea. She would much rather spend her time at the barn with Envy. That was what summer was for anyway. Being with her horse. She breathed in the familiar scent of the grass as the truck moved along the roads, heading toward Crossfire Farms. She pulled in, the tires crunching on the gravel. Parking near the barn, she got out and headed toward the barn. As soon as she entered, a familiar chestnut head popped over the door of a stall about a quarter of the way down the aisle.

Envy. Cadence smiled as she approached the mare. Envy nickered happy to see her owner. Cadence looked the mare over, laughing when she got a good look. Did you find the biggest and best mud puddle to roll in? The normally copper colored coat of the mare was a dull brown. Putting a hand on the mare's neck, she was forced to pull back and wipe the mud on her hand. Of course, it was still wet. So, instead of being able to just give the mare a good grooming, she would need a bath. Reaching into her tack trunk, Cadence pulled out her barn rain boots. They were perfect for giving her horse a bath. Discarding her barn boots, she slipped on the rain boots.

Once the rain boots were on, Cadence slipped an old halter over the mare's head before leading her down the aisle toward the wash stall. The chestnut mare nickered to all her friends as they walked along. Jeez.. look who's the party girl of the barn Cadence chuckled before clipping the mare in the cross ties in the wash stall. She went and got the mare's bath time supplies, including her rubber duck. Most of the people in the barn thought she was nuts for getting her horse a rubber duck for a bath but Cadence had a rubber duck, why shouldn't Envy?

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<sub>The smell of Summer filled the air; the smell of chlorine from pools mixed with water tickled at your nose, fresh cut grass clippings mixed with tilled dirt and summer flowers. The sound of horses cantering through grassy meadows and lawn mowers starting up in the neighborhoods echoed throughout Addison. Summer was such a beautiful time of year; the days were long and the nights were clear and warm. He enjoyed being able to wear a shot sleeved button up or tee-shirt at night as he sat on the porch swing and listened to crickets chirp. The sounds of summer nights were also his favorite to listen too. Usually he liked to go camping lakeside, cooking over an open fire, and laying on his bed roll and watching stars.

That may have sounded a little girly, but that was just how Wayne was. Wayne appreciated the simpler things in life, and he loved warm summer days and nights. Wayne wasn't one that wanted to go into a packed, smokey, bar to pick up women; he would rather find a good girl somewhere and take her out a nice dates, not dancing at a club. He liked to pamper a girl, and he liked to actually stay home and relax, rather then go out and party. It was odd for a young man of nineteen, but Wayne took after his mother a lot. He was polar opposites of most rough stock riders, and he was also polar opposite of his brother and sister. Dixie was his twin sister, and the only thing that made them twins was how they popped out of their mothers stomach a few moments in between each other. Lane was his older brother by three years, and he was also his team roping partner, though Wayne did not particularly enjoy roping period. He was just good at it, so when Lane needed a partner he went and supported him.

Wayne towered about 6'0" and his tanned skin was complimented by his dark brown hair and chocolate eyes. His body was very muscular and toned, and he seemed in great health. On the inside, he was a different story. Years of riding rank bulls and bucking bronc's resulted in many broken and re-mended bones. He had metal plates in numerous parts of his body, and at this very moment was on slow recovery back from a broken back. He was about 85% to 90% recovered, but it still hurt everyday, and it still made getting bucked off bulls and broncs a real pain in the back, literally. There was always a chance he would break it again, and this time maybe even die, but everyday was another day living and he cherished them all.

His leather roping reins lay upon the shiny bay roans neck, the gelding walking with his head level with his withers. Wayne's long legs hung on the sides of the gelding, sitting deep into the roping saddle with his phone to his ear. He didn't need to hold onto the reins of the horse, he was entirely too well trained to do anything stupid. When Wayne did rope with Lane, he either rode this horse he was on top of, or he rode his black and white paint Diesel. But usually, if he was not riding rough stock, he was being a pick-up man on his gelding Whiskey. He had all male horses, and he was way happy with that. Mares were too pissy for his liking; geldings didn't have different temperaments everyday. They were generally the same throughout.

"No man, its alright. I understand. Shooter needed to get out anyway, so we just ran some calves. I roped a few, but I didn't do much. No, we can do it tomorrow or the next day. Its no big deal, Lane. Alright bro, well have fun. I will talk to you later," he said into the black iPhone, hanging up the phone and stuffing it into the leather phone case that hung off his belt. He heard the clops of dainty, Quarter Horse hooves against pavement and looked around. He suddenly realized they were walking down the barn aisle. He was not particularly worried about it, but he knew it was not that safe, and falling onto concrete was something he didn't need to risk. "Woah," he said quietly, his fingers barely picking up the reins and pulling back. The gelding obediently stopped and tucked his head in. Wayne let go of the reins, swinging his leg slowly over and stepping onto the ground. He was tall enough that it didn't seem like a big effort.

He slid the reins over the geldings head, patting his sweaty neck. Though they did not do much outside, it was hot enough that it made the horse sweat. Wayne's tall frame strode down the barn aisle toward the wash racks, Shooter deserved a bath after his great cattle work in the arena. Wayne's long legs were covered in denim Wranglers, and his spurs jingled with every step, attached to his Justin boots. A white Cowboy Up shirt was tucked into the seam of his pants, a leather belt with a large belt buckle held it all together. His dark brown hair was topped with a regular ball cap that said Reno Rodeo on it. Wayne stopped the horse in the middle of the aisle, bending down and removing all four Professional Choice SMB2's and Ballistic bell boots, wrapping them around the stirrup of his rope saddle. He loosened the girth that was wrapped around the horses heart girth and unclipped the tie-down, re-clipping it to itself.

Wayne walked to the horses stall, stopping outside of it and removing his leather bridle and tie-down. He replaced the headstall with a leather halter and black nylon lead rope, throwing the rope over the geldings shimmering neck. The gelding stood obediently, knowing better then to just walk off. Wayne finished untacking the gelding, taking the saddle, saddle pad, and bridle all at once to the tack room just a few stalls down. After he got everything situated in the tack room, he went back for shooter, joining a girl in the wash rack area. "You mind if I share this with you?" he asked, a friendly smile upon his features. He was a very friendly and sweet man, unlike most rough stock riders. He smirked when he saw the rubber ducky near the horse, clipping his own Gelding into the cross ties. "I'm Wayne," he added, hoping to strike up a conversation and not be left in an awkward silence.</sub>

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Cadence smiled at her horse as she reached for the hose on the wall. Envy craned her head and nickered to Cadence as Cadence turned the hose on. Checking the temperature on her wrist, Cadence waited until it was on the cooler side of lukewarm. With it being so hot lately, she liked to give her horse the opportunity to cool off whenever she could. She would hate to be a horse in this weather. Once she was satisfied with the temperature, she lifted the hose to spray her mare. Envy, being a master of being mischieveous, shifted closer to her owner ever so slightly, causing Cadence to get sprayed. Envy! She exclaimed, jumping out of the way of the water and instantly pointed the nozzle of the hose to the ground to avoid getting sprayed again. She heard people and horses moving up and down the aisle and didn't really want these people who barely knew her think that she had no idea how to give her own horse a bath.

A voice stopped her from yelling at her mare too badly. Besides, it was hot enough that Cadence didn't really mind. She looked over to see who had spoken and saw a man with his horse. No, not at all. She said a smile crossing her own features. He was cute, she decided. And of course, the fact he had a horse was an added bonus. Smiling at him as he introduced himself, she reciprocated. I'm Cadence. And this is Envy She gestured to her mare, who, at that moment, was busy nickering to Wayne's gelding. Rolling her eyes, she laughed at her mare. Sorry. She thinks everyone who comes near her wants to be her friend.

Envy had gotten her share of nips and kicks as a result of this little personality trait. Luckily, she had never been too seriously injured. Knock on wood, right? She finished spraying her mare with the water and then filled a bucked with some shampoo and water. Grabbing a scrubber, she began to work the mud out of the mare's coat. Envy nickered happily. The mare loved bathtime, which is probably why she even rolled in the mud in the first place. Cadence was convinced her mare planned this all out anyway.

Suddenly, the mare reached out with her neck and picked up her rubber deck between her teeth. As the mare began to toss her head playfully, Cadence reached for the duck. Envy! Drop it! The mare eyed her owner playfully but obediently dropped the duck on the floor near her forelegs. Picking it up, she was careful to set the little yellow duck out of her horses reach this time. Envy reached for it again and realizing it was out of her reach, snorted. We can't just buy you a new duck every single time you take a bath. The girl spoke with a laugh.

Cadence looked over at Wayne. So, um, have you lived in Addison your whole life? Sure, it was a terrible way to start a conversation, but it was a conversation starter nonetheless. Every conversation had to start somewhere right?

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<sub>Wayne watched the events unfold with the girl and her horse, her horse shifting to spray the girl herself. Wayne couldn't help but chcuklel a little bit. His horses were never that mischevioius, except his brother Lanes mare. She was not mischevious though, she was a straight out of the box bitch. She was just crabby, and she hated being loved on. She just wanted to work, and she was a ropin' mo-fo that was for sure. She never let Lane miss a loop it seems. Wayne stuck with the geldings for a reason. They didn't have those bitchy, mare days. They had off days for sure, but they weren't rediculous to work with. His geldings had a great work ethic, and they were never overly hot.

A genuine smile cross over Waynes face, he wasn't like his brother and would do a melt worthy smile to get into a girls pants. Having sex with a random girl was least on his priority list. He had no desire to sleep with multiple people whenever he wanted, everyday. He thought it was trashy; even if it was his brother. "Thanks," he replied to the girl as he walked into the wash stall. He clipped the cross-ties to the rings on the side of the halter. He unclipped his lead rope, tossing it on the floor outside of the wash stall so it wouldn't get wet and dirty. He grabbed a hose from the side of the wall, turning on the water and adjusting the temp. He liked his water warm, more towards the hot side, even if it was hot outside. He took hot showers when he was hot, so his horse could too. He made sure the water wasn't scalding and began to rinse the gelding down.

He laughed when he saw the girls mare nickering sweetly at Shooter. Shooter was quite the handsome man, but he knew that he was handsome too. He had manners though; he would never try to get studly, though he was a gelding. He was proud cut so he got a better head, that is how his dad did all his horses. He made sure they looked good, but he also trained them well that way they had ranch horse manners. The good ole' cowboy training would get them everytime. "Nice to meet you Cadence; I'm Wayne and this is Shooter," he replied. A small laugh erupted when Cadence mentioned her horse thinking everyone was a friend, "That's alright. He think's he is the most handsome thing in the barn," he replied, his tone a little louder as he started spraying the gelding.

He started at the neck, the hose spraying the dirt and sweat off the gelding, the mess coming off in a brownish foam. He gelding crooned his neck away from the sprayer as Wayne turned it on light to spray his face. His lips popping as he tried to drink the spray. He moved away from his face and dow his neck more, over his body, the coat shining a Dun/Grulla color as all the nastyness came off. Wayne worked over the left side, making sure that the saddle marks and all the sweat and dirt was coming off. He moved the spray over his hind quarters and down his legs and under his belly. Wayne began on the right side, going behind his horse to go to the other side. He started at his face, going down his neck, and over his silver body and down his hind quarters. He ran the water down his legs, over his mane and tail. He turned off the water and hung up the hose, pumping conditioner into his rough palm and messaging it through the horse tail and mane. He rinsed off the excess, before grabbing show sheen and spraying it over the Geldings body.

He began to tie the long black mane into braids, banding them at the end, and then he followed it by braiding the tail and banding it. He made sure he braided and banded after every work out. He wanted his horses mane to be long and soft and beautiful. He took great pride in his horses apperance. Wayne glanced over to the girl whom was talking to her horse about a rubber duck. His eye-brow raised when he heard the conversation. His horses didn't get bath toys, that was for sure. He smiled a bit as he watched the madness, grabbing a can of hoof oil and a towel. At every hoof he rubbed excess water off before painting the hoof oil onto each hoof wall and around the back. He picked up each leg, painting the black oil in the inside of each hoof too.

Wayne stood up slowly, a look of pain coming over his face as he tried to straighten out to stand up straight again. His back still hurt him a lot when he bent over. He took a deep breath for a moment before hearing the girls words errupt his thoughts. He took a few painful steps away from the horse, turning the knob of the hoof oil to close it. "No ma'am. I just moved here recently. I'm from Stephenville. I moved here with my twin sister and my older brother," he replied. "I'm recovering from a broken back that put me out of college rodeos; so I am going into the PRCA circut as a rookie, trying to make something," he replied wipping his hands of excess black liquid that was on his horses hooves. He clipped the lead rope back onto the geldings halter, throwing the rope over his neck. He would let him stand there and dry for a bit before he put him in his stall. At least he wouldn't get as dirty when he rolled if he was dryish. "What about you, you been around here long?" he asked, his Texas accent thick and harty when he spoke.</sub>