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Tyler glanced over at Isabella before going back to watching West. He grabbed a slicker brush and brushed out the stallions coat and mane... and tail
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As she finished giving out all the grains, she decided to brush the new boarder. The owners were successful show people, and they needed to keep the horse that they would give to their daughter in 1 year and a half. As Isabella walked up to him, she remembered his name was something along the lines of, Texas Rainbow. He was a bay dun horse, and he had a Irish draught build to him.
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Tyler finished brushing West, then picked the stallions hooves before taking away the empty bucket of grain. He set it on his small shelf and tried to decide whether or not to go on a ride, looking at the horse carefully.
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The new dun, was hot headed. He didn't know manners, and needed a heck of a lot of training to make him kid friendly.
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Tyler glanced over at where Bella was, walking over. "The new guy is a bit wild, isn't he?" He asked quietly. Tyler was the manager, so he had to oversee everything and new the horse had came.. but he hadn't met the stallion yet
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"Yeah. He's also supposed to be for their 13-year-old daughter. I've tried to convince them that without training he might kill her, but they won't budge." she sighed. If this, beautiful, horse killed their daughter he would go to the meat market. What a waste.
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"Well that would be a loss." Tyler said gruffly, watching the stallion turn around in the stall, snort, then turn around again. He looked almost lonely... Tyler knew for some horses, it wasn't always a training problem.
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"From watching him, I kind of think it might be a trust issue. He won't come up to people, he has tried to bite me," she paused letting it sink in, "he needs more than training, he needs someone to rely on." Isabella had only seen him for a half a day, but, she noticed the signs of a trust issue as soon as he stepped into the barn.
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Tyler nodded his head in agreement. Even though he didn't train many horses, he was quite good at it, and knew a lot about horses. "I might be able to talk the owners into letting you have maybe 30 days to work with him, for free, if you'd like. I know you have a couple other projects, but consider it." Tyler commented quietly, starting to walk back to West's stall
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"That would be amazing. This horse has so much potential, I would just need some time to find it." she agreed. Texas Rainbow was like a rainbow. Rainbows come from rain mixed with light. Texas Rainbow, was just rain right now. If Bella could just find that light, she could prove his potential.
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