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Abby watched as she stallion carefully looked at Tyler. His blue eyes looked around cautiously and his ears were moving around like crazy. Abby shook her head and whispered softly to the stallion. Foster became noticeably calmer at her voice.
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Tyler stayed quiet and still, standing a little behind Abby. He knew she had a good connection with this horse, even only riding him once, and Tyler could tell Foster liked her. He watched for a couple more moments before walking back to West, finishing up his grooming
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Foster pulled his head out of her hands and watched West. Titan snorted and pinned his ears at Foster, who pinned his too. Abby walked over to Titan and stroked his head.
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West looked like he was thinking about tossing his head, but decided against it and rested his large head in the door frame instead, closing his eyes and almost falling asleep. Tyler glanced at the horse with a sigh, running a brush through his mane. "One of a kind." Tyler mumbled
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Abby couldn't stop watching Foster's Catch. The white stallion was gorgeous in every way. But she couldn't buy him. Niki was asking way too much... "100k is too much for that handful..." she mumbled to herself,completely unaware that Tyler was in the stall next to her. She shook her head at the white stallion. "But he is also worth it... especially under saddle..." she mumbled more
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Tyler tilted his head, hearing the words Abby mumbled under her breath. He might be able to do something about that. He finished brushing West and quietly left, going to the office and looking over some things. His income was actually amazing for a small stable.. he had a decent number of lesson horses that got used a lot. "Okie, Feather, Ty, Harmonie, Ember, Quinn, Sweet Pea, Arlo, Donner, and Reo." Tyler mumbled, counting them off. Those were all his main lesson horses, used for a number of different things. Tyler started making charts, looking them over. "Feather, Harmonie, and Donner are Dressage horses. Okie, Quinn, Ember, and Sweet Pea are gaming horses. Ty, Arlo, and Reo are Western Pleasure horses... that could work." He mumbled, his eyes scanning things. He needed to look this stuff over, anyway.
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Abby stroked her horse then grabbed a brush and began brushing Titan down. Foster snorted and reared in his stall, his hooves pawing at the air as a young stable hand rushed by. Foster squealed and not the stable hands shoulder, pulling off a piece of his shirt. He ran away. Abby rushed over to the stallion and pulled the fabric from his mouth. Blue... she noticed that everything he attacked had blue on. Titan had a blue halter... the stable boy had a blue shirt...
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Tyler wrote on papers, figured out stuff, and did a lot of boring office work for the next hour. Once he was done he let out a sigh and stood, walking out of the office and over to the barns. Then Tyler changed his mind and quickly went back, dialing a number in the office and murmuring into the phone. "Yes. Tyler Carter, owner of the stables. Yes? Perfect. Thank you." Tyler half mumbled, putting down the phone and leaving the office again, going towards the barns for the second time
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Abby was experimenting with Foster. She held up some old heavy duty halters. One was black. One was brown. One was blue and one was red. Abigail hell up the red one and the white stallion watched it, tensing ever so slightly. She put that one down and held up the black one. She stallion sniffed it but didn't seem to mind. She then held up the brown and the same thing happened. Nothing. She placed that one back onto the ground and held up the blue halter. Foster's Catch barred his teeth and flattened his ears against his neck. He reared and tried to take her hand off. Abby put that one back down and pulled the black one back up. The stallion took a second to calm down but otherwise made no attack towards the halter.
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Tyler came out to see Foster snapping at a blue halter, his expression a little concerned... but he knew Abby could take care of herself. "He's a handful, isn't he." Tyler snorted quietly, grabbing West's western saddle for a change and placing it on the tall horse's back
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