Shopping (Charity, LaraLarks & open)
Apr 2, 2012 14:14:34 GMT -5
Post by Jack Lexington on Apr 2, 2012 14:14:34 GMT -5
The first green was breaking through the muddy grey and brown that has become visible again since the snow melted. It's the first sign of spring and makes me come alive again. The sun actually warms my face when I look up into the cloudless sky and let my thought travel. Ginger easy walk rocks me back and forth. To my left lies a creek that has finally started flowing again and it's sounds remind me of warm summer days when we stick our feet in after a hard days work.
Back at the ranch Mr Anderson greets me at the stables. The old man has a serious look on his wrinkled face. That alone should alarm me.
He holds Gingers reigns and gets straight to the point.
"Jack, I need you to get the young horses ready. Brush 'em, shine their hoofs and tell the girl to braid their manes. This winters been too long and we need to sell two or three."
He still can't remember Noreens name even though she's been here for three weeks.
The fact that he wants to sell horses is nothing new. Normally he's waiting for the yearly spring sale in town though. He must be desperate or have an eager buyer.
"Which ones do you want me to get ready?"
"The two quarter horses that were born last summer and that unruly bronc. The customer doesn't want any horse that's older than a year."
'That bronc' I bite my lip. Not that anybody would be interested in a devilish, unbroken horse but Noreen is going to hate this.
"Yes, sir. They'll be ready by noon."
With that I walk of in search of my friend, girl friend, colleague...I hope she knows already.
Back at the ranch Mr Anderson greets me at the stables. The old man has a serious look on his wrinkled face. That alone should alarm me.
He holds Gingers reigns and gets straight to the point.
"Jack, I need you to get the young horses ready. Brush 'em, shine their hoofs and tell the girl to braid their manes. This winters been too long and we need to sell two or three."
He still can't remember Noreens name even though she's been here for three weeks.
The fact that he wants to sell horses is nothing new. Normally he's waiting for the yearly spring sale in town though. He must be desperate or have an eager buyer.
"Which ones do you want me to get ready?"
"The two quarter horses that were born last summer and that unruly bronc. The customer doesn't want any horse that's older than a year."
'That bronc' I bite my lip. Not that anybody would be interested in a devilish, unbroken horse but Noreen is going to hate this.
"Yes, sir. They'll be ready by noon."
With that I walk of in search of my friend, girl friend, colleague...I hope she knows already.
