"No you didn't interrupt anything! I've just had a bad week." she explained carefully not telling any details. First, her horse had died, the next day the manager tried to fire her without the owner's permission, then the manager tried to steal Prince. So he could sell him to the meat market.

(Oh gosh please tell me im not that manager haha)

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Tyler nodded. "Sorry for wasting your time with my wool-gathering, then. You can get back to your schedule if you wish." He said quietly, leaning down to pick West's hooves

(not u the last manager)

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"Ok?" she wondered where he was getting this but, she had almost nothing to do today so, she went over and checked how Prince was doing with his grain. To her surprise he was finished. And there was a person about to be killed by this crazy stallion. They were inside the stall. With the stallion only Bella could touch!

"GET OUT!" she screamed at the person in the stall.

"I need someone! Someone experienced!" she yelled, "with people!"

Isabella ended up throwing them out and tended to the horse working on calming him down.

Tyler's head jerked up as he heard a scream. He dashed out of the stall. -Experienced? With people? I'm the worst person for the job- He thought, rushing forward as the girl from before threw another girl out of the stall. Tyler caught the girl right before she smacked into the ground, setting her on her feet and peering in. "Everything okay? Did Prince try and kill another person?" Tyler asked, almost musing to himself. He made sure the second girl stayed back,... and upright

"Sort of. This girl went in his stall, and he was abused before. So, she scared him. And yeah, almost got killed." she stated. Her eyes were on the rearing horse as she was petting him calming the horse down. Bella worked magic with this horse, in a few minutes he went from rearing like crazy to, hopping up and down, just barely lifting his front feet off the ground. When he was finally calm, she looked him over and found a whip mark. She was trying to do something with him. And she must have whipped him. While he was in his stall.

"Oh my fluffing god!" she cried when she saw the wound. Half the fur was gone in a large whip lash.

Tyler peered inside, seeing the whip mark. He whirled on the girl, his eyes narrowed. "Did you do this?" Tyler asked, his voice dangerously low and calm. "y-yes he was s-scaring me I just w-wanted him to get back!" The girl squeaked, looking terrified of Tyler. "You can't whip horses! Did you know that backing out of their stall is a smart thing to do! I'm going to have to report this to the manager- scratch that. I am the manager." Tyler stopped with a huff. His memory was ... terrible. "For one you are not allowed in this barn. For two you shouldn't have gone in Prince's stall. For three, leave and let me collect my brain cells cause t the moment they are scattered all over the barn." Tyler muttered, gesturing for the girl to leave. She quickly scampered out, looking like a rabbit running from a giant black wolf.

"Can you call the vet?" she asked the manager. She couldn't do it herself, because at the moment she was keeping the stallion calm while his but was filled with pain.

"Oh, and please grab his halter! It's the royal blue one!"

Tyler nodded, leaving quickly and grabbing the royal blue halter. He went back and handed it to the girl before calling the local vet. "Yes, just a whip mark. Probably just needs some antibiotics." Tyler murmured into the phone, hanging up and leaning against the opposite wall to wait. He was still trying to decide what to do the with the idiot that whipped Prince.

She threw the halter on Prince and led him out.

"Buddy, the vet is coming, and he will help you. NO kicking, or no treats. You pick," she told the stallion. Prince looked down guiltily.

"No kicking or no treats?" Bella asked the stallion again. Prince looked at her and raised his head at no kicking and lowered it at no treats.

"No kicking then!" she lectured him.

Tyler watched and waited for the vet. "careful, this horse doesn't like people as much." He warned quietly, watching the vet go examine the whip mark. "It'll just need some ointment to help the pain and make sure there is no infection. Put this on once a day and it'll be fine." The vet finished, handing some medication to Tyler, then leaving. "Wull I'm not risking my life, you can have that fun job. Where should I put it?" Tyler asked