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Post by hotspot on May 3, 2008 15:10:16 GMT -5
Milton: "i said nothing of the sort!" i exclaimed. but, of course, Justin could see my interest in the inexpensive young horse. i had never even considering owning an equine without full purebred papers and a pedigree, but, then again, i was looking for something out of the ordinary. "here's what i need you to do- would you mind inquiring about this horse? it would NOT look good to some of my east coast competitiors if i started buying horses fresh off the range."
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Post by phantomstallion94 on May 4, 2008 17:16:32 GMT -5
Justin:
"so you want me to go look at the horse, see if he is trainable or rideable, then bring him here, and then you want me to train him for you," i said seeing if that was what Mr. Berryhill wanted.
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Post by hotspot on May 4, 2008 20:49:49 GMT -5
Milton: "would that be too much to ask? though i would have to be the main trainer, of course, i would need help in order to get him ready to ride at the competition,since i have so many other preparations to attend to, but i trust your judgement."
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Post by phantomstallion94 on May 7, 2008 18:35:20 GMT -5
Justin:
"ok, i except. where is this Mustang?" i asked.
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Post by hotspot on May 8, 2008 20:59:49 GMT -5
Milton: "we'll see." i got out my custom-made EnV, in maroon, and dialled the number listed at the bottom of the add.
five munties later, it was settled. "he's on the Darton side of Mineral, only about an hour from here. 145 Cappadocia way, to be exact. need a ride?"
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Post by phantomstallion94 on May 10, 2008 8:59:20 GMT -5
Justin:
"ok. yes i need a ride, i cant drive yet," i said to Mr. Berryhill leading Quest and Lace to the stables. i untacked and put the two in there stalls. i loved appaloosas! "ok ready to go" i said heading for Mr. Berryhill's car.
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Post by hotspot on May 10, 2008 18:28:27 GMT -5
Milton: "great!" i was quite releived indeed that one of my pupils was willing to go along with my scheme. i wondered if miss Katherine would approve... oh, no, Milton old boy, don't start thinking about that! i sat down in the plush oxblood-leather interior of my Ferrari. It's the marroon Ferrari, with the horsetrailer hitch on the back. in my opinion, anything with that many cylinders ought to be strong enough to tow a trailer. i had the six-horse featherlite with the Berryhill crest already on behind. "let's go!"
OOC: can you sense the plot thickening? maybe there'll be a romance at the ball that NO one expected!
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Post by phantomstallion94 on May 11, 2008 15:22:35 GMT -5
Justin:
"ok, so what are you planning on doing with this mustang?" i asked Mr. Berryhill as we pulled out of the Berryhill driveway. "and what are you going to call him, he is going to need a very good name, if you dont want your friends to ask why you got a mustang."
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Post by hotspot on May 13, 2008 18:55:45 GMT -5
Milton: "I'm planning on riding him for the competition, since the stable managers are expected to spend much time on horseback, and keeping him as a recreational mount until death do us apart." goodness, i sounded stuffy! "i suppose he'll already have a name, being four years old. but if it's something abominable, like 'Star,' we'll certainly have to do something."
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Post by phantomstallion94 on May 16, 2008 18:00:51 GMT -5
Justin:
"ok," i said laughing silently. Mr. Berryhill was so cool. as we approached area where the mustang was we parked in the parking lot and got out of the car. "ok, Mr. Berryhill, let me talk to the guy about the mustang. just so it seems like im buying not you, just in case you know the guy here," i said whispering as we neared a guy by a corral, with a herd of horses inside.
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Post by hotspot on May 21, 2008 18:10:32 GMT -5
Milton: "right." just in case, i put on my tinted sunglasses. a cowboyish man with few teeth was waiting for us outside a corral containing about nine or ten horses. i spotted the one we were looking at immediately- among the sorrels, bays, and chestnuts, his iron-colored grulla coat stood out. he looked like the one in control here, and more calm than the others. "do well, justin," i remarked, as my pupil went up to the corral.
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Post by phantomstallion94 on May 22, 2008 18:54:07 GMT -5
Justin:
"thanks sir," i said to Mr. Berryhill. i walked away from Mr. Berryhill and to the cowboy. "howdy, sir. i see ya got some pertty nice mustingos here. what ya think of that ther grulla?" i said putting my originally country drawl in my voice. since i was from cowboy country, my family got a pretty nice country drawl, but we were starting to stop it and talk normal like Miley. "well, im hunen fer a nice looking mustingo and heard around the grapevine that you got sume nice lookin' ones here. im likin that grulla mustingo, how much fer um'?" i siad putting my country drawl in my vocab more. i looked over at Mr. Berryhill and he gave me a thumb up. i nodded my head back to him, then turning back to the cowboy who was reading a paper with the horses on it. i looked through the corral again and saw a brilliant sorrel flaxen mare, with a star and snip. she looked like a Quarter Horse and familar. it was Crown Jewel, Miley's first horse. the mare was now called Fire Star by many ranchers. this cowboy was a horse rustler. he stole these horses of the range and i couldnt let him sell them and take away there freedom. "'cuse me fer a sec," i said walking over to Mr. Berryhill.
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Post by hotspot on May 22, 2008 20:27:27 GMT -5
Milton: mustingo? i gave Justin a thumbs up, but put my head in my hands at his use of that certain colloquilaism. i continued to watch through my fingers as he talked to the toothless cowboy... until he assumed a worried expression, and headed towards the car. i rolled down the window on my side, so that the cowboy had the truck between him and we. in so many words, Justin told me that this fellow was a rustler. he had one of Miley's old horses, and the rest were also illegally penned.
"that's it. reputation or no, i have some scores to settle." even though i couldn't pass for a cowboy to save my life, and i was wearing a berryhill polo and jeans with my riding boots, i strode up to ol' gummy without a second thought.
"I'd like to introduce myself. My name is Milton Archibald Bartholomew Medici Berryhill. The fourth. of Berryhill stables. i'm sure you've heard of us." i said, giving the rustler a condescending stare. step one: intimiadate opponent with fancy-schmancy name and title.
"Ah hain't." replied gummy, giving me and icy stare from under his hatbrim. he reminded one of a rattler. "And ah don't lahk much yer fancy-schmancy nahm." he stared me down. i didn't flinch. "Ah'm Hank. and you can call me just Hank." he scowled.
"A pleasure to make your accquaintence, Just Hank." i said snidely. "now, my young associate, here, has just noticed that you happen to have a horse that is certainly not yours. as a matter of fact, i doubt that you have any legal title to a single one of these eight." i swept my hand over the milling corral, including my Grulla and the pretty mare the Justin had indicated. "not a one of "your" horses has a freeze brand. they're all worked into a week-old lather, as if they've been run like crazy and never been groomed. and," i tried to control a smile, "you don't lok at all like a Hank. you look like a Braxton P. Corngut, the criminal who was sentenced to six month's house arrest and a year of communtiy service for illegally capturing wild horses. i read the article on you in the paper."
gummy/Just Hank/Braxton P. Corngut was eyeing something propped up against the corral fence. i took it for a shotgun. in turn, i eyed the nearest cattle prod. i didn't graduate at the top of my class at Oxford with honors in fencing for nothing, and would be more than ready to defend myself with a cattle prod.
"Wallllll," he drawled, "Mebbe ah am, mebbe ah ain't. but ah don't wahnt ya on mah propr'ty." "we came here to buy a horse, but, come to think of it, we'll need to buy eight." "mah whole suw-ply?" he exclaimed in disbeleif. "why, yes. but you'll have to promise never to rustle a mustang again. if you do, i'll have to tell the law."
Braxtom P. Corngut squinted up at the sky. apparently, he was making a big decision. after about ten minutes of watching him ponder, he said, "shoooot. ah guess you could have the nags. two hunnert a tail."
pishposh! that was the lowest price i had ever heard of, for some of the most potential-filled horses i had ever seen. but i wasn't about to argue with him. "You drive a hard bargain. sixteen hundred dollars is a lot of money." mabe to a hobo. but not to me. "Take 'im or leave 'im." gummy said, pretending not to care. "You've got yourself a deal!" i said, sealing it with a handshake, and crossing my fingers behind my back.
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half an hour later, we were on the road. i had managed to fit all eight horses into the trailer. fortunately, it was only a half-hour's drive to Berryhill, and the horses were glad enough to have loads of fresh hay and water. i pulled out my phone and dialed up Heck Ballard. after relating to him the whole incident, he left to go put shackles on gummy the convict. "never make a deal over illegal horses with a Berryhill. it's against our nature to keep up our end." i told justin, shrugging.
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Post by phantomstallion94 on May 24, 2008 8:00:39 GMT -5
Justin:
"way to go, Mr. Berryhill, you were amazing. i have never seen a stable owner do something like that before. and sorry if i kinda freaked you out about my accent," i said with a smug smile on my face.
when we got back to Berryhill, i helped Mr. Berryhill get all 8 horses into a pasture. "want me to get a loop on your mustang?" i asked heading for the barn. Rascal or Eagle Spirit would be good at roping. i hadnt rode Spirit in awhile and he needed the exercise. i brushed and tacked up Spirit and led him to the pasture. i mounted up and Mr. Berryhill opened the gate. i touched the brim of my hat in a thank you. when he closed it, Spirit pranced over to the mustangs. "ok, im gonna get your Grulla and then im gonna get a loop on the sorrel mare, that is Miley's," i yelled over my shoulder. i unwound my loop and starting twirling it over my head. when the mustangs started running i sent Spirit after them. he cut through the herd to the Grulla who was in front. the Grulla was fast and took Spirit a while to wear him down to a lope. when i finally got my lasso around him, i slid Spirit to a stop and backed him up. when the Grulla followed, i led him back to the gate. "so know what are you going to call him Mr. Berryhill, and you picked a nice one," i said dismounting and tying him to the fence. i ran inside and grabbed a halter and lead rope.
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Post by hotspot on May 24, 2008 15:00:18 GMT -5
Milton: i let Justin go in and rope my grulla. i'm not very handy with a lasso- i have enough trouble getting my loop around stationary objects. but what would we do with all the horses? i had time enough to train my own horse, and Miley most likely had her old horse trained somewhat, but the other six needed either lots of space to run or training before they became tired of captivity. but getting six horses used to stable life would be hard- unless i had help. Then again, they all belonged to the BLM, and would be able to go free again once we got the bureau's okay. oh, well, they seemed to be doing well for now. making laps around our largest pen, a blood bay, a seal bay(obviously the lead mare), a dun, two neon-orange sorrels, and a chestnut yearling, not to mention the sorrel with flaxen points, didn't look like they were about to die of pining for the open plains. as a matter of fact, they looked like totally different creatures from the ones crowded into Braxton P. Cornfield's pen. "You're right- he looks like an amazing horse." i said, as Justin rode up with the grulla. he looked to have some sort of Spanish blood. probably descended from an original strain of Jenets, the first feral horses in America. "he looks like he's been captured before, though- see how his mane is pretty short, compared to the others? like it's been cut relatively recently." i checked the stallion's neck, and there wasn't a trace of a freeze brand. "i'll have Trillium do a search on BLM records, just in case someone took him in for injury or something. i'll also ask her to callthe bureau, so they can come and assess the situation. meantime, let's see what he thinks of a currycomb." i didn't yet know what i would name him, but i was sure that inspiration would come.
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