Working Woman

The bay thoroughbred school horse had been whinnying and carrying on in his stall for ages. She couldn't believe how much he looked forward to turn out. When she finally had him and her favourite trustworthy clyde friend in hand, on the way out the wide door, she saw the hay truck. She scowled trying to stop her horse friends, because there didn't seem to be a reasonable way to walk around the big rig. But, there was no turning the beasts around either, they expected to march on full speed ahead! Fortunately, the driver realized the predicament and backed the rig up enough that they could fit through.
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Jill was singing the songs in her guitar practice while she worked. It was a good way to keep your voice strong - the hard work had her out of breath but she could still carry her tunes! The ones she was trying to learn on guitar right now that is. One of the hay supplier loader guys made a comment about singing along... the other one was wearing a hard rock cafe t-shirt that just revealed a touch of tatoo under each sleeve. No matter how she tried she couldn't make out what they were. A Warner Brothers logo maybe? She watched him work through the office window while she ate her sandwich. He was attractive, in his way, but needed to cut his hair. She never understood why grown men didn't recognize the point when they had to stop carrying the long tresses of their youth!
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Jill mentioned she thought the big black horse looked like a police horse. Turned out that Len and Rob deliver to the mounted cops regularly and have noticed how unspookable the animals there are. "They treat them like motorcycles" Jill said, frowning, knowing that horsemanship is not actually welcome in the mounted unit.
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Blabbety blabbety blabbety he quoted a scottish proverb, obviously meant in celebration that their work was done. Jill made a joking interpretation about how it was so kind of them to offer to stick around and do the rest of the heavy lifting at the farm, for free, for the rest of the day.
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The fence was falling down all over the place. One board was down in her old man friend's paddock with nails sticking up, but she fixed it. At least in a makeshift way. And checked him all over for injuries, thankful that there was none. He didn't seem to like his new food, but she hoped he looked a bit let hippy anyway.

The little guy was eating his. His coat was a bit gross and his nose a little runny. It had been the old guy last time. There was a scrape mark on his neck but the tooth was looking good.

While being ridden, in the grass room only, her little pocket bay was being good. She was trying to see the benefit of the blacksmith delay, instead of being disappointed she wasn't out riding the roads already. If she couldn't get some lessons soon, would she get some students? Maybe one to video tape her dressage school and/or stand guard during some jumping once in a while.

She has some ideas to find a part boarder. But she didn't dare start dealing with "the boss" just yet, the peaceful silence was appreciated, even if she was still unpaid.