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"I was talkin' to you, Marco." She mused. "You all good?" |
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He smirked, looking up at her with a gleam in his eyes. "Sure am. Are you, sweetheart?" Funny thing he always did was call girls 'sweetheart', because either they slapped him, or they said it was sweet---zero in between (as far as he knew[lol]). |
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"I'm all good." She smirked, fingers tracing his jawline slightly. "You ready, cowboy?" Oh, she was definitely teasing him, just joking around. |
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Huh. Well. That was a new one to put in the books. "Listen here honey, I haven't been on a bull in weeks, I'm about to go crazy that's how long it's been. Question is, are you ready." Marco drawled, the touch of her fingers along his jaw feather light whilst not all at once. -God her eyes are pretty, I defanitely picked the right one, damn.- He thought, meeting her gaze steadily. |
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"Sure as shit I am." She smirked, leading out the horse she would be riding. It was a blue roan Quarter horse stallion, with a stripe on his face, standing at 16.9 hands. "I'm usin' this pretty boy." |
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Don't you think i'll forget about this, hon. Marco nodded, a lazy grin still on his face as he nodded. "What're you using him for?" |
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"Pole bending, and mounted shooting." She responded. "His dam is my mare, RVF Code Breaker. His sire is Spooks Gotta Whiz." |
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"Mounted shooting huh? Gives me yet another reason to add to why you're a badass, hon." He mused, chuckling lightly. -It's literally been thirty seconds and I miss your touch already, i'm done for.- |
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"I do need your help, cowboy. I nee you to help me pick which studs and mares to breed, or to figure out disciplines for the new rescues and yearlings." She smirked, giving him the sultry eye look. |
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"Don't look at me like that, makes me want to do things I should'nt." He noted, keeping her gaze with the same smirk, taking a step towards her. |
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