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(Hmm we need some action. Maybe... Actually I have no ideas.) Ben pulled her up and led her towards the feed room. "Why don't you get the hay and I get the alfalfa?" He asked, flicking on the lights and cutting open a few new bales with his pocket knife. |
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I have no clue, sorry...) She nodded and did so |
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Ben hefted five flakes of alfalfa and dropped one into each stall, then came back for another five. The horses who hadn't been fed were nickering anxiously. "I'm coming, I'm coming," Ben laughed, finishing the alfalfa. |
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She watched him, trailing after him silently once she had finished. She watched the way he interacted with each horse and spoke to them. It brought a tiny smile to her face, seeing his ease with the horses. |
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Ben's mind wandered while he worked. Once he'd finished all the alfalfa, he had some thoughts in his head. He found Emma and walked over. "I was thinking that we should enter in a few shows this season to make as much as possible. I could ride Ghost in some pleasure events, maybe reining, and you could use River? Unless you're not comfortable with showing, of course." He added quickly. "And once Cash is more trained he'd be great at showmanship." |
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She nodded, agreeing. She had a very small smile on her face but it was a smile, nonetheless |
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Ben was glad she was smiling and continued. "Plus then if the horses perform well, we might get some interest in boarders, workers, or riders." |
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Warming, with Sleet and Heavy Icing
