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Caleb jogged whiskey around the small pen with the cows counting them. One was missing "shit" Caleb said as he rode back out of the small pen to search for the calf. He found it with a sore leg and held it up infront of him on whiskey. They walked back to the pen but Caleb knew the calf couldn't go with the other cows so he took the little patchy calf to the stables and put it in the spare stall next to whiskey. He left whiskey in his stall untacked and felt with the cows. |
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Taylor Browns - Taylor finished up grooming, and put away her tack, horse and equipment before sweeping out her cross-ties and grabbing her waterbottle off of the barn shelf. She then proceeded to walk outside and walked around to the side of the barn, where she took a seat on the ground. This was Taylors spot. She generally sat here a lot, it had the best view and it was nice and quiet and shady. It also happened to have the best view of the ranch hand. The boy had always caught Taylors attention and adoration. Most of all she found him very very handsome. I guess you could say she had a little crush on him. Well, definitely more than a little. But Taylor wasn't exactly the extroverted type, she could never actually ask him out or anything, and definitely would or could never make a move on him. Heck, she'd only ever talked to him a few times, and that was just to let him know what needed to be done around the farm, not an actual conversation. |
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Caleb was putting whiskey out to pasture. The. He had to feed out hay bales. He patted his horse goodbye and went to the hay shed. He walked back out with a square bale and chucked it to whiskey. He then angel areived in the truck. He had to go and let her out into the round pen. Angel wouldn't let anyone touch her and was considered dangerous so Caleb took her. He let angel into the round pen and shut her in there before continuing to lift bales and take them to the cows and other horses. Once he was done he leaned on the found pen fence watching angel |
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Taylor Browns - Taylor watched the boy walk around, doing his chores, until he stopped and leaned against the fence. Should she go and talk to him? No, she couldn't do that... but what if she could? She'd liked this boy for a while now, she could have a normal conversation with him, right? Nervously, and still unsure of her decision she got up and walked over to the boy, attempting to look confident, but probably failing. "Hi, I'm Taylor" she introduced herself awkwardly, giving the boy a small smile. |
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caleb heard someone talk to him and looked at her. "gday miss." he said with a smile. he was bad at conversations and usualy olny talked to people if it was to do with a job. he still had to fees the little calf he put in the stables. "any more jobs you need me to do?" he asked. |
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Taylor Browns - Taylor, also pretty bad at conversation, listened as the handsome ranch hand spoke to her. His voice could make her melt, but she refrained from showing any signs of her massive crush. "No, nothing that I know of" she said with a smile. "How where the cows this morning?" she asked politely. |
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Caleb thinker back to the cows. "The cows were alright miss. There was a small hefier calf that had a bad leg" he explained "she's in the stall next to whiskey" he smiled to be friendly. |
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Taylor Browns - Taylor didn't know much about cows, she was much more of a english jumping and dressage girl than she was a western girl. "Aw, poor calf" she said with a frown. "Is there anything I can do to help?" she asked. Though she didn't know much she still knew the basics, and she was more than willing to help the little calf. |
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Caleb thought for a moment. "You know how to feed a calf miss?" He asked. He'd need help feeding the little hefier while he worked on angel. Angel was trotting around the round pen and carved at the fence where the two were. Caleb instinctively pulled Taylor behind him till angel trotted away. |
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Taylor Browns - "Well, it can't be that much different from bottle feeding a foal, could it?" she joked giggling a bit. Although she immediately fell silent as he put a hand on her and moved her behind him. Only then did she realize the gorgeous mare trotting around in the round pen. She put a hand gently on his arm, "Don't worry, I'm not afraid. Shes still behind the fence, remember?" Taylor joked again playfully, giggling a bit as well, giving the boy a sweet smile. |
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