Dreams Die Hard But Maricles Come Easy

[Jazmyne *Hunter*]

A macsulent heavy bodice drifted above the gravel rocks. A brown Halter pulled at his cranium telling him he was moving to slow. He didn't care, he just wanted something to eat. His mind filled with the thought of food and before he knew it the Stallion was at a gate... the tall man holding his lead rope opened it suddenly and unclipped the rope. The un eager stallion stood there for a moment. The Paddock was small and dusty, something told himhis owner was selling him agian. And firm hand slapped his Grey pelt and he bolted inside. But he soon slowed to a beautiful trot. He trotted around the fence trying to find a weak spot to break and run. His dark tassles swiftly moved with his huge gray body.

When no weak spot was found he trotted to the middle and stopped. His black chipped hooves fixed into the gound he looked around for food. His ears moved with the sound of shuffleing bodies and soft murmers. The loud sound of a speaker frightened him, but he didn't run.

This is Hunters Ace, He is 7 years old and has won 14 diffrent Cross country Races. He is a Andalusian. He is well fed but his appearence is in need of work. The bidding will start at 600.

Hunter closed his eyes and wished he was anywhere but there, even a slaughter house. He hated being sold and he hated meeting a new owner that just wanted to run him in a race and then put him up in a small, damp stall to never see the light of day agian. Each time he was sold he was always sold to someone who really didn't care. So along with his endless owners he stopped carring.

He stood pationtly waiting for the Stupid meanless bidding to start.. Hope fully he would be sold to someone who carred.

[x.Whinny [Nay]]

The gravel crunched underneath her weight as Naomi walked along, looking for a reasonable horse for herself. All the horses weren’t quite what she was looking for, yeah let me guess you’re thinking they were either to skinny or to fat. Or needed too much work, well let me tell you. You’re wrong, Naomi was looking for a completely opposite horse to his, flashy, proud and ready to show. The one thing Naomi was always looking for is a good decent challenge. She rolled her brown eyes at all the sparkling Arabians galloping around showing off with their high tails. Her visionaries falling upon one rather, ‘I’ve seen this all before’ type of horse. Leaning her weight against the fences show watched him walk tiresome around the arena, most likely looking for a way to break out, no doubt. He appeared to be what she was looking for, not to flashy, on the thin side, but one thing that she wasn’t bargaining for and that was… pride. Although it may not be visible to the untrained eye, it was oh so clear to Naomi. A good scrub and a lot of hard training and undying love, this stallion could come up gleaming with self esteem. Her eyes started to fill with a new hope and desire, clucking her tongue trying to get his attention. She didn’t exactly expect him to bother paying attention to what he thought was probably just another two legged that didn’t care.
Her visionaries widening with surprise as the loud booming voice echoed around the dusty paddock, 600 dollars! Her hand shot right up into the air and she called out in an excited voice.
“700!”
She looked around, amazed to see no other hand flailing around in the air, what is it with people these days. If the horse doesn’t come perfect in gift wrap and they might have to get their nails dirty they just don’t care anymore. Oh well it’s their loss not Naomi’s.

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[Jazmyne *Hunter*]

The Stallion Looked lazyly at the toung clicker. She was very eager to get Hunter. Maybe she was a slaughter? Ohwell He thought. Hunter moved all of his wieght to his right side, trying to stay of his front left hoof that had a large crack through the middle. Yes it hurt, but Hunter had felt real pain before and this was nothing as long as he stayed off it as much as he could. His long tail flicked the annoying flies away. His ears jetted back as the load voice boomed about the new bid. He was strangly a little exited about the bidder. But when he saw another person bid 750 all hope was lost. Was he worth 800 to her? Probably not.

The grey mass of muscle looked around the arena and it reminded him of the time one of his owners tried to put him an a rodeo. Hunter bucked off the cowboy, but didn't like it. It was too much commotion and way too much hard work. So from then on, until he sold him, Hunter never let that owner on his back agian. He was sold shortly after that.

He looked at the soft faced girl leaning on the fence. The smell of fresh apples filled his nose. The Stallion didn't hesitate at all when he walked up to the fence close to her. But he stopped just out of arms reach, kinda scarred about what she would do. For the longest moment his Deep Brown eyes starred straight into hers. He saw kindness and patiance. And a great love for horses.

He shifted his weight agian to the right side and waited to she if she would bid higher.

[x.Whinny [Nay]]

Her brow furrowed deeply as she looked around at the person who had shouted out the new bid. Her eyes widened with shock, the uniform the man was wearing was that of the slaughter houses. Her eyes hardened and her hands rose back into the air as she shouted out a new sum.
“900!”
She didn’t expect the other human to bid any higher, but who knew. Maybe he really wanted this equine, a smile played across her labrums. The grey equine that was all muscle and no fat was walking over to her. He looked curious, maybe he saw right through her. Into the love she had for horses and how much she wanted to train him to go well. Her mind pondered, the Andalusian looked like he would never make a good show jumping horse, but maybe she could just show him Grade 4 or 3. She didn’t have to show every horse she had Grade 2 or 1, but at the current moment she had no horse. Maybe she should just keep him as a cross country horse, possibly that is the best idea.

She reached her hand into her pocket, pulling out a fresh slice of crisp apple. She held out her open palm, the apple resting on it. She didn’t think he would take it but he looked like he needed some desperate feeding, perhaps food was a way to gain his trust. She bit her lip nervously, listening as keenly as she could. For any new bidding or the booming voice of the man over the microphone, maybe he would shout out sold! She sure hoped so; it was like waiting on the edge of a cliff. The daunting anticipation was almost unbearable. Her brown eyes looked at the stallion with much love and lust for him.

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[Jazmyne *Hunter*]

The Grey Stallion watched the two legger pull out food...He drooled a bit before we walked slowly and cautiously toward her out reached hand. He was so very hungry, but why should he trust her?
He moved really close to the fence.His body align with it. He sniffed her hand deeply and grapped the apple with his fury lips. He let drool smeer on her a little, it was a joke he loved to play. As he munched on the apple small peices fell out of his mouth. When he was done with the peice he lowered his head and sniffe the peices, any other horse would have left it in the dirt, but not Hunter. He had not eaten in a whole week, he wasn't going to let any food gat away from him. He rose his head with dirt all over his lips. He fercly shook his whole body and dust, from every point, drifted off it.

He turned his head and put it over the fence. His large cranium was rite next to the genorouse human. He herd the voice boom...

Going Once! Going Twice! GONE!! Sold to the girl in the corner!!! CONGRATS!!

Hunter was excited about the new owner, but also scarred about what would happen next. Would she really be as loving as she looked. Or would she just be another owner that just wanted him to run. He waited for someone to pull him out of the Gate. Hopefully it woulde be diffrent this time...

[x.Whinny [Nay]]

A broad grin came across my face as his lips snuffled for the apple. The soft velvet touch of a horse’s nose and the prickle of their whiskers it was enough to make anyone’s heart sing. I stifled a laugh as drool dripped from my hand; withdrawing my arm away from the loveable equine I wiped the saliva on my beige jodhpurs. I watched him, feeling a rush of depression come over me. Boy, he must be hungry… not many horses would pick miniscule pieces of apple out of sand. The yellow grains help firmly to his lips, his body shook vigorously. My mind started to wander looking at the dust and hairs detach itself from his body. Imagine how much I could do with him. I’d give him my undying love, plenty of grooming, feeding and exercise. And almost everything he could desire.
I almost shouted out with joy and yipped like a coyote, the new baby… Hunter he was mine. I spent no time mucking around, I rushed to the truck and pulled out a spare halter and lead rope. Hastily I signed a check for 900 dollars.
I opened the gate, slowly slipping in. I clucked to him, tucking the halter and lead rope under my arm… Hiding it from him, I pulled out another piece of apple from my side pocket in my top. Now, I wonder is he going to be a devil to catch.

The gorgeous maroon halter was clutched under my arm, taking another step forward. I spoke to him in a soothing tone.
“Hey Hunter, pretty boy aren’t you? Going to let me catch you and take you home. Put you in the stalls and give you a good feeding tonight, I hear molasses is on the menu tonight?”

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[Jazmyne *Hunter*]

Hunter Watched the girl moved in slowly, with is eyes only. He saw her tuck a halter and lead rope behind her back. Oh great he thought. More ropes. He looked around for the person that lead him in here, afraid he might see him buying another horse.

He herd a soft hushed voice talk to him. He quickly pulled his cranium over so he could see who it was comming from. It was his new owner. Questions ran through his mind about how he was going to treat this owner. He soon decided to be calm and nice and not bite or kick. But she only had one chance. One. He moved toward her slowly, dragging his hooves a bit to show that he was tired. His long tail flicked flies away. The Grey Andalusian Stood with in reach of the apple. He gently licked it off her hand. He watched the Halter and lead rope with his Dark brown eyes.
Humans were so wierd sometimes. Any horse that has had one on its face could see it.

He stood still to let her grab him. And as she came closer his nickered to say hi.

[x.Whinny [Nay]]

My smile broadened as he looked at me, his feet dragged. He was clearly tired, his picked the apple gently off my hand, and he stood still. Good, he’s going to be great to catch, well he’s standing still for now. What if he decided to move when I walked forward? The crowd around the fence was diminishing slowly. I took a few cautious steps forward talking to him in the soothing tone.
“Yeah, its good apple isn’t it? There’s plenty more where that came from if you let me catch you.”
I slowly slipped the old ripped halter off, putting on the new maroon one. I bent down still clutching onto the lead rope. I placed the old halter on the ground. Some people would call this careless putting it there but I’d call it the auction, somebody else would use it. Even if it was too big or too small on the next horse that came in. they wouldn’t care they’d just shove it on any old way. Wouldn’t give a damn if it cut into their skin, or slipped down their nose, I stood beside Hunter. Running my hand down his neck, clicking my tongue I asked for him to walk on.

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Sorry writers block, I used all my muse up in English

[Jazmyne *Hunter*]

Hunter Closed his eyes for a moment and then walked on. He was happy about how nice she was, and that she had already fed him a couple pieces of apples. He walked with her and his heart seemed to warm up to her. He seemed to already love her. But he didn't let it block his thoughts about what COULD happen.

As they approched the gate he slowed down a bit, cause he was scarred that it woulde swing open and hit him. Hunter pulled his head down and itched a scar on his front muscle below his neck. It was healed fine. But still gave him nightmares. He flinched as she opened the gate.

its ok i have no muse eather...

[x.Whinny [Nay]]

I slowed to a halt as we reached the gate I watched him arching his masculine neck scratching a scar on one of his muscles. I sighed, poor darling, I couldn’t help but wonder what type of cruel things they did to him. I spoke to him in a harmonious tone; he did not appear to be at ease.
“Its okay boy, I’m not going to hurt you. I’m just going to open the gate.”
I tried to encourage him to get over his fear as I held the suede lead rope in one hand. Opening the chain for the gate with the other, the metal felt cold against my hand. At least winter would be over soon and the slight heat from spring would be coming to greet us. I pulled the gate towards us making sure it didn’t hit Hunter, still just talking to him in a gentle voice. Saying things like ‘Its okay boy, you’re okay its goings to be alright.’ I clicked him forward with my tongue giving the lead rope a tug, not a hard one just to reinforce that I wanted him to move on. I looked towards my big trailer. We were only a few steps away from it; we’d be there in no time. As long as there was nothing to delay us, my mind wandered. I started thinking about the big show that’s coming up, how great it would be to enter him in it. But he might not be fit enough by then; it was only two weeks away. I stroked his nose waiting for him to edge a few more steps forward. I looked into his deep brown eyes. He was clearly a sensitive horse, full of love, hate, pride and depression. I wished to only bring his love, pride and dignity out. To show him off to the whole world, really I just wanted him to be happy.

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[Jazmyne *Hunter*]

Hunter moved on. He trusted her to keep him safe. But then he saw the trailor as they moved toward it. He pulled his head up high to look bigger. He hated trailors cause they moved so much. but he wasn't about to runn away. As They stopped at the trailor he pawed at the ground as a warning. in his mind he was saying "ok Trailor..You dont bump too much and make me too sick and I wont beat you to a pulp like I once did before."

Hunter lifted into the ari about 5 feet and stomped his two front hooves to the hard ground.

He knew that if anyone else could hear him, they would be laughing.

He moved up into the trailor and stood quietly waiting for the door to his old life to slam shut..and the door to his new life open brightly..

[x.Whinny [Nay]]

I smiled at him, tying him to the side of the trailer on a piece of old hay band. Opening the trailer door I pulled out a horse sheet and 4 boots for his legs. I spoke to him once more.
“There’s a good boy, I’m going to slip this sheet on and the boots for your legs, extra padding”
I slid the sheet on his back, doing up the leg straps one through the other. I tightened the buckle at the front.
“That should keep you slightly warmer. It is only light but it does stop that cold wind.”
I pulled the four pink and lime green boats apart from each other the Velcro making an audible crackling sound. Bending down I put each boot on with care, speaking more words to him I untied the lead rope.
“The ride might be a bit bumpy but I will drive as smoothly as I can. You’re all padded up so you shouldn’t feel any pain.”
I stood on the ramp clicking with my tongue for him to come forward. It was either going to be a disaster or pure ease.

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[Jazmyne *Hunter*]

Hunter Walked forward into the trailor with ease. He never liked the tralior but he would bit or kick just to get away..That would make him look stupid. Hunter didn't care for the padding eather..But it did keep him warmer.

The grey fluff walked into the traloir and stood quietly waiting for the door to his old life to slam shut..and the door to his new life open brightly..



Sorry writers block!!

[x.Whinny [Nay]]

I petted him as the gorgeous silver licked stallion walked nervously up the ramp. Tying the lead rope to a piece of hay band inside, I walked down the ramp, going to a side compartment on the outside of the truck. I grabbed out a biscuit of hay, stuffing it in the hay bag, I walked back up the ramp. Tying the bag on a hook above I positioned it at the perfect height for him to pick at it from. Patting his rump as I walked out on the truck once more I spoke to him.
“There that should give you something to do for the short trip; it’s only a little bit of hay because you’ll be having your dinner when we get home.”
I jumped off the ramp; heaving up the heavy metal door I quickly flicked the latches closing it. Opening my car door I heaved myself inside and started the engine.

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[Jazmyne *Hunter*]

Hunter jumped a bit at the lokcs Shutting. But he soon spotted the hay and chomped on it..he herd the engine rawr. He wasn't scarred strangly. He was at ease and relaxed and it felt like a weight had been lifted off his shoulder. Hunter whinneying loudly in happieness. He could understand why. But this was the happiest he felt since he met Angel.


((So what now??))