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Alexa rubbed her back, then layed back down, she yawned. "Do you like to ride horses?" She asked glancing at him
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Tyler looked at her with his eyebrows raised. "I own a cattle ranch..." he said slowly. He realized that might have sounded... rude. Tyler started over, clearing his throat. "Yes, I do like riding horses. To be able to herd cattle I need to have that ability."
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"so if I wanted to go on a trail ride, you would gladly come along?" She said rubbing her chin, smiling
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Tyler tipped his head slightly. He had a feeling this was some kind of... trap... to make him do something he didn't want to do... but Tyler also couldn't really resist a horseback ride. He did wish he had his own horse, though. He looked at Alexa. "..yes. I would gladly come along." He confirmed
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"sweet!" She said, jumping off the bed, she disappeared out of her room, Alexa ran to the stables, she quickly informed a stablehand to ready a horse as well as her own
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Tyler looked surprised. He followed, going out to the Stable. Tyler cleared his throat. "Just ready herd, I can tack up Mymensingh own." He said quietly. The Stable hand nodded, hurrying to work. Tyler looked through the horses... he knew he could ride any one except for the king, queen, or princesses. He finally decided on a dappled buckskin stallion... who looked tall and strong. And very calm. He read the name plate... 'High Winds'. "Well I'm calling you Thunder then, and I will find your tack shortly." Tyler muttered, almost to himself. He went to a place that could be a tackroom, peeking inside. Saddles and bridles. Tyler found one that looked like it would fit the horse and tried it on. Perfect. He tacked the horse up, bringing it out to the Stable yard and waiting for Alexa
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The stablehand brought her, her horse, Giga, Alexa mounted swiftly and waited for Tyler to mount his horse
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Tyler pulled himself up onto the tall horse... with more grace anyone thought he had... considering he was a giant to some people. Tyler waited for Alexa to go. His horse felt steady and strong.. something he liked. Tyler guessed it was a purebred QH
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Alexa urged giga into a canter, she moved perfectly with the horse, Alexa guided giga to a trail
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Tyler squeezed his calves slightly. The horse launched forward under him, quickly coming up beside Alexa. Tyler stayed seated fine... he was very, very used to that. That was practically what you did when cattle herding. He followed Alexa quietly, enjoying being on a horse again... even though he was sad it wasn't one of his. Something seemed off though... this horse seemed to have better lines than all the others. All of the ones he saw in the Stable.. or most of them weren't purebred. Not a lot of them were QH's. and High Winds looked a lot like the QH's he bred.
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