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"No no, haven't rode in years. Besides, I quit it for a reason." With that he rubbed the back of his neck, now feeling awkward in the situation. "Uh I have to go uh...help Blane with the tire. You have a fine day ma'am." Marco said quickly, pushing his hat a bit farther down as he walked to the dulley and headed out to go help the idiot with a flat. |
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"You too." She responded, and turned to her albino stud. "Welp, what'cha say we go for a little run, boy?" |
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Marco hopped up into his truck--when I say hopped up i'm being serious.This man had to hoist himself up there(mind you he's 6'1 so he's tall yet still has to hoist himself up into a truck), and once he did he started it before peeling out to go help the idiot with the tire. <><><><><> Once the two were done with the tire they made their way to the grounds, heading back to their spot at the top of the stands. Marco was off set now, simply tipping his head back and covering his face with his hat. Blane snatched it and questioned why he was off, Marco waving it off and smacking the hat out of his hands before covering his face again and simply shutting his eyes and thinking. |
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Liliana was on Ghastly Prince, the albino stud galloping around, eager to obey every command. |
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Marco got lost in thought, going still, not even watching Lilian. He remembered, alright. And he always would. <><><> Marco was galloping and herding cattle, having the time of his life when one of his friends was bucked off and trampled to death, Marco being tossed and being thrown into the chaos. It was nine years ago, Marco was ten then, he was nineteen now, and still couldn't-no, wouldn't ever, forget it. |
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By that afternoon, Liliana was talking to Blane. "So, you got two horses?" He smirked. "No, sixteen." Liliana answered. "And a few dogs. Why?" |
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"I think you know why," Blane said, smirking as he turned his gaze to Marco, who had a thousand yard stare as he gazed out into nothingness, finger trailing a cirle pattern on his jeans. |
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"I mean, you two are always welcome at my ranch anytime." She offered. "Just don't mind the chaos, I have two three-year-olds in training, for some other people." |
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"I think if any of us went we would, just not Marco. There was big accident and the guy's never let it go, always afraid it's going to happen to him if he hops on a horse, not a bronc. A bronc he's fine with, only a few small issues. Horses? Yeah no, he's not going to." Blane explained, tossing a wave at Dean who was walking in. |
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"I mean, I never said he had to ride horses. I have dogs, a little cattle, and, like, four goats." She stated. "Unless, he's afraid of them too." |
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