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Post by hotspot on Aug 9, 2008 21:04:14 GMT -5
OOC: i think that whoever wants to adopt a mustang can... because Leigh can book over to Willow Springs and get some more horses up for adoption! what do you guys say?
Leigh: "the blood bay can go to any deserving person..." i said, glancing between the girl who had asked about her and the one who was looking at the mare hopefully. "i'll flip a coin if you're undecided."
Katie: i pulled into the Berryhill driveway in record time with the two additional horses in the back. the mare had been eager to be haltered, and the foal followed her wherever she went. i unloaded them near the paddock where the other mustangs were circling, but tethered the mare at a hitching rail. i wouldn't want to put she and her delicate foal in where there could be a spat. "here are the final two!" i annouonced.
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Post by phantomstallion94 on Aug 10, 2008 16:48:00 GMT -5
Miley:
i noticed Mary Anne looking at the chestnut foal. she looked like she would love to have him, but she already did have a mare to train. "id like to take the Chestnut Yearling. and im sure that whatever horses dont get adopted or released to the wild my ranch does the HARP program and we do need some new mustangs for it." i said to Leigh. i heard the sound of brakes and saw Katie pulling in with Caramel Sensation and Mocha Lata. i waved as Katie tied Caramel to the hitching rail. i sucked in a big breath. "Leigh, Caramel Sensation and Mocha Lata the chestnut mare and bay foal i found in the woods. and last night i looked up on my laptop that..." i cleared my throat, "Linc Solcum owns Caramel but not Mocha." i heard the sound of faxing and beeping from inside the barn. "hold on." i said dismounting and throwing my split reins over the fence on the gazebo. i ran into the barn and then into Mr. Berryhill's office. and there it was the documentations on Crown Jewel, and a picture of me and Jewel, when she was a foal, standing out front of Stone Ridge Ranch, right infront of the Stone Ridge sign. a smile crept onto my face and i ran back outside and handed Leigh the papers.
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Post by bluwings on Aug 10, 2008 17:43:14 GMT -5
Mary Anne: Miley 'bid' on the chestnut foal- he would have a great home here at Sterling, with his mustang family! Then she said that Mocha, Caramel's foal, had been born in the wild and that Caramel belonged to Linc Slocum! Whatever would we do about that? All the horses seemed to be heading to happy homes, but now, would we have to return Caramel?
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Post by hotspot on Aug 10, 2008 19:13:53 GMT -5
OOC: excellant choice, PS94.... the chestnut yearling is played by my very own dear Blissy! we got some great shots of her galloping up from an afternoon swim in the river! Leigh: "wonderful... and wonderful!" i said, appraising the mare and foal and recieving the fax with anticipation. the foal standing next to the girl in the picture resembled the sorrel mare amply, and her brand- fresh in the photograph- matched closely the grown-over brand on the mare. "i'd say you have good evidence. You may take care of your horse, but i have quite the story to tell you about these two." i said, motioning to the chestnut mare and bay foal. "want to hear it?"
Owen: at the mention of an enthralling story, i slunk over from my corner o' banishment to listen. Miley seemed to be happy, now that she had her missing horse back, so she might be willing to let bygones be bygones. all the horses were very nice looking, and the thought ran breifly through my mind that i could always adopt one- my Berryhill salary was just gaining interest at the bank, and ballerina needed a rest now and then. but i didn't want to be pushy- i'd wait and see how many horses were claimed before i took dibs on one.
Arin: "ooh, a story!" i scooted closer to Leigh to listen. i noticed Owen skulking around out fo the corner of my eye... poor fellow.
Trillium: i hadn't had much of a chance to see the mare and foal in the waning light of the barn last night, and the difference astounded me- both were amazing horses, and made me feel the pang of being the only one present who couldn't, didn't, and wouldn't own a horse. i couldn't buy one as Francesca, since nobody would want to sell to a nonexistent person, and my parents would never allow me to buy one as myself. sigh.... i just rested my head on my palm and listened, trying to forget the itching of the wig.
OOC: are ya ready? are ya ready for this? are ya hangin' on the edge of your seat?
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Post by libertysgirl on Aug 10, 2008 19:14:31 GMT -5
Milly: I looked at the blood bay mare and decided to name her. Watchingher move about I thought hard."Danseur de fleuve." I whispered and then smiled. It meant 'River Dancer' in French. The mare lifted her head and stopped watching me closely. I whispered it again and she nickered silently to me. I looked around to see if any one was watching and saw a few people. Maybe I could give her a secret name. She trotted forward and I titled my head and put out my hand slowly. "Hello girl." I whispered. SHe put her head down and I looked to the others. "How am I doing?" I asked quietly. I turned to the mare and smiled. "I think your true name shall be,' I leaned forward and whispered. "Cliste!" The mare gave loud nickered and shoved against me. I rubbed her than backed up moving back to the group. "Yes, I want to adopt her." I told the BLM agent then smiled. ooc:Sorry if it seems I took you're idea PS94. I just liked it. If you want me to change it I can.
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Post by hotspot on Aug 10, 2008 21:31:03 GMT -5
Leigh: "we'll see if anyone else would like to bid..." i said, scanning the group. my eyes fell upon the girl who had been staring after the horse from afar... she looked familiar from somewhere. i removed my file on the chestnut mare and bay foal in order to start my tale.
OOC: that's miastar. let's wait until she posts again.
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Post by Miastar on Aug 10, 2008 21:47:18 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry guys, I was like on this morning wasn't I? Boy I missed a lot!
Sydney: "What about the two sorrel mares?" I asked Leigh. "If no one's interested in them I'd like to adopt them. Assuming that I could find a place to keep them, does Sterling have a paddock up to BLM code that I could rent Katie?"
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Post by libertysgirl on Aug 10, 2008 21:54:51 GMT -5
Milly: I gave a small happy leap then settled moving over to the group to sit and listen to Leigh's story.
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Post by hotspot on Aug 11, 2008 8:30:58 GMT -5
OOC: i'll post the story this afternoon when i have more time... i'm sneaking on right now before going to work to finish up the BALL VIDEO! Katie: "of course! we got inspected when i got Tinker, and nothing's changed." i assured Sydney. "you're more than welcome to adopt a sorrel!"
Owen: now was the time to speak up, if ever. Ballerina would be getting a friend! "and i'll take the other," i offered. Berryhill for sure had up-to-muster pastures, since Milton had started the whole thing.
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Post by bluwings on Aug 11, 2008 12:00:55 GMT -5
Mary Anne: "A story?" I asked, hoping to get some juicy details that did NOT involve Lince Slocum getting the horses! So the sorrels were going to Syd and Owen, the Chestnut to Miley, the Blood Bay to Milly (who seemed to have already named her- the mare was letting her pet her already!), the Red Dun to Theo (joint training sessions with the dun and Little Miss Butterfly, perhaps?) the grulla, obviously, to Milton, and the dark bay to go free! From the look on Leigh's face, she had an excellent idea about what would become of the mare and foal, too! I turned to Theo and whispered, "So, what do you plan on naming her?" nodding towards his new filly.
Theo: "Good question!" i whispered back. "I'll have to get to know her better, but I'm thinking of Asthore-" I pronunced it like as-thore-ay- "it means 'sweetheart' in Gaelic."
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Post by phantomstallion94 on Aug 11, 2008 12:45:37 GMT -5
OOC: i dont mind Lib. you can give your mare a secert name, i think it would be cool. Miley:
i had alot of horses and the chestnut yearling looked like he was a fighter and not going to be easy to handle. i looked over at Crown Jewel. she looked rather large and then she pawed at the ground and rose into a rear and whinnied. a smile crept onto my face. but the chestnut yearling was still young and but he was growing up fast. i assumed that him and Champion Heartache were about the same age, that it would be good to keep them near each other. i looked over at Owen, and Syd. Rampage was near Syd and i remounted him. "hey. hey Syd which sorrel are you going to get?" i asked. i was planning on giving the Chestnut Yearling to Syd after he was trained, because she looked like she really liked him. "Leigh i do have two request about Caramel and Mocha. 1, i dont want them to go back to Linc Solcum and 2, i would like Francesca to have them both."
Justin:
i walked out of the stables with Rascal and Eagle, both saddled. led the two long time friends over to the gazebo and ground tied them. we had four roping horses, Rascal, Eagle, Rampage, and Crown Jewel. all were experts and even though Crown Jewel was rusty she could round up her herd. "um excuse me Leigh, but arent you going to need some help with getting the horses lassoed. cus i can name four horses for the job and besides me and Miley two other people who can maybe throw a loop."
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Post by hotspot on Aug 11, 2008 19:32:39 GMT -5
Leigh: "all in good time." i said, motioning for the blond boy with the lasso to sit down. "and i'm afraid, although you intentions are good, missy, that these two aren't yours for the giving. but they aren't Slocum's either. now, the ballad of the fudge-colored mare...." "As soon as Katie emailed me with information and a picture of this mystery mare, i checked the missing horse ads on the county website. naturally, i surmised what you did- that she was Lincoln Slocum's missing mare. So, i gave Gold Dust Ranch a call, and a young fellow with an accent, who said his name was Ryan, answered. I explained all that had happened, and asked when arrangements could be made to return his horse." i glanced around to make sure my audience was thoroughly rapt. the girl with the itchy-looking hair was practically drooling on the flagstones. "Ryan, however, answered that his horse had been returned six months ago." (collective gasp.) "a nice boy from out of state, visiting his granny with his horse, came across her out on the range. Ryan said that he could see the mare from where he stood, and she was safely grazing in her pen. he knew it was her, because she was microchipped. i thanked him, but asked him a few questions as to the mare's origins. he informed me of two important things: one, that his father had bought her at Black Bluffs stables, outside of Carson, and, two, that she had miscarried her foal, having been bred too young. only an idiot like Linc Slocum would do a thing like that. "after i hung up, i took a nice, long drive up to Black Bluffs stables. while in the car, i thought up some hypotheses on what was afoot, because, of course, something always is in this business. one of them was right. the moment i pulled up in the stable yard, my suspicions were partially confirmed. the stable manager- a big, blocky, shifty guy with a gravelly voice- was acting like he had something to hide. i immediately grilled him and threatened to bring the firm hand of the law down upon him unless he gave me full access to his files. of course, i don't have that power without a proper warrant and soforth, but he didn't look like a lawyer or anything near it to me. i doubt he even knew what habeus corpus was. pppffft." (here, i made a sound of disapproval.) "i found files on Caramel Sensation, but only from the time that she was a yearling to the time she was sold to Slocum. all pregnancy and infanthood records were. gone." i paused dramatically. "when i demanded to see them, he pretty much let it all spill. he had put them through the shredder four years ago." i then assumed a deep voice. “It’s just a stigma taken one step forward,” I grumbled, and then returned to my usual tone. “when Caramel Sensation’s mother was in foal, something wasn’t normal. It turned out that she gave birth to twins- both fillies, and, according to genetic probabilities, identical. Unfortunately, in the world of competitive horsemanship, it’s usually believed that one twin is weaker than the other. The strong one- obviously meant from birth to be trained for competitive show- cannot be compromised by an identical competitor in the show ring. Hence, the younger twin is usually sold anonymously with no record of bloodlines, or….” I trailed off, letting my audiences’ imaginations point out the other option. “However, luckily for this mare, who is apparently twin number two, the Black Bluffs veterinarian wouldn’t do a thing crookedly, so he left it up to the manager. Not wanting to sully the reputation of his upper-crust stable, the manager simply kept the second foal quiet until she was old enough to survive well on her own. During that time, she was halterbroken and treated as a pet among stable hands, hence her propriety towards humans. Then, he released her somewhere north of the Native American Reservation. She’s been wild for approximately two years.” I stopped for breath. "she has no registered name, no papers, and no proof of anything." “As for her foal, its parentage can be only guessed by genetics. It could be any horse, from a champion racer to a wild stallion, as long as it had the right genes to pass on agouti and black alleles. See, the mare’s chestnut coat coloring is recessive to black, which is needed to create bay. Either the mother or the father could have passed on the agouti gene, since it only effects black horses- the mother could have carried it, but since it’s only restricted to eumelanin, or black pigmentation, which chestnuts have none of, it would be heterozygous.” But this was overtalking my audience. “Black Bluffs stables will be given a hefty fine and through inspection, and this mare will become property of the BLM. The foal, of course, born on wild lands, already is.” I smiled with satisfaction at my conclusion- it was stuff like this that made me love my job even more. I’m a researcher by nature, and it’s solving clues to impossible puzzles that makes me appreciate it.
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Post by Amanda on Aug 11, 2008 22:30:08 GMT -5
I had come to the ball as fast as I could. I had been on vacation for awhile and almost forgot the ball was today. So I had picked out the best dress I could find and had come here as fast as I could. Hoping I had'nt missed anything I entered the building. A guy came up to me and took a picture of me. He said "Sorry, but I have to take pictures of this event. Sorry if I caught you off gaurd" I said "Oh, thats ok"
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Post by bluwings on Aug 11, 2008 22:48:55 GMT -5
OOC: Sorry, Amanda, but this isn't the ball! They just picked their dresses here, and then Leigh Tillotson, the BLM lady, came to sort out the issues surrounding the mustangs being kept at Berryhill. The ball isn't for another couple of days- but how would you have known that? Amanda could have just mistaken the time, or something!
Mary Anne: I was pretty much speechless! "Wow, who would have known that complicated story? What will happen to them now, Ms. Tillotson?" I asked.
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Post by Amanda on Aug 12, 2008 3:15:07 GMT -5
OOC: Oh ok, sorry.
The guy corrected himself "Well, its not the ball yet, but I decided to take pictures of people dressed up" I thought to myself, Not the ball?, I asked "What do you mean its not the ball?" The guy said "Oh, this is just the place where you come and pick out your dress and try them on..." Ohhh, I thoght. I said "Oh, yea, right I knew that!" The guy looked at me wierd like he knew I was not telling the truth, I finalley said "Well, acualley I did'nt. I was on vacation and I got the dates mixed up" The guy said "Oh, its ok. That happens to everyone. I got a nice picture of you though"
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