Post by Onzy on Nov 7, 2010 17:32:31 GMT
Quinn breathed in the crisp air, before twinging slightly. His walk held a slight limp from an accident that he had a year ago. His back held steel plates that kept his vertebrae together. Well, it didn't matter to him. He could still walk and ride, just not overexert himself. In the winter months he could do nothing but live of pain killers as the plates caused a pain that might bring tears to his eyes.
His horse was arriving from Scotland in the next few days and he had enough time to settle in. The office was welcoming and he looked around for someone to help him, but there was no one. All he could do was wait with his dogs and that was it.
Jasper parked the black truck in the parking lot. He felt out in the lush green world, as he was a cowboy. Dressed to suit the part was how he lived and some days he disappeared completely to just camp out under the stars. Something told him however that it wouldn't be happening here. The air was cold, and the skies wasn't the same blue like it was in Nevada.
As he stopped he saw another truck in the lot, and knew that he wasn't the only new arrival. Next to him was his brown Irish Setter that already had his eyes on the tree by the class. Oh no you don't, he growled, before snapping on the dog's lead.
Entering the office, Jasper noticed the darker haired male, and tipped his black stetson towards him. It looked like he would also be waiting for a while, so he let Dusty lie down next to him, and Jasper seated himself on the plastic chair. His eyes looked over the pictures on the wall. There were obviously some very talented riders, but none were riding Western. He was going to be the one to change that.
Colbie allowed the taxi to stop completely before getting out. Her bags were unloaded and she stepped into the office where two handsome males were waiting. They were old enough to be staff members, so she merely gave a nervous smile and sat down. Leaving America had been easy, but she wished that she was in Australia, not here. Her horses were coming soon, but she itched to race around the barrels and rope some calves.
She was glad that she wasn't the only one to be a Western rider and saw the one male was too. So there was at least some interest in the sport.
