The Tail Of A Horse

Chapter 7

🙇🏼Narrator's P.O.V🙇🏼

When Tally got home with James it was almost 7pm. It took almost 3 hours to travel back to Marigold Farm, along with all the traffic. By the time James had got back and unloaded all of Tally's riding gear and cleaned out the trailer, it was time Tally had his dinner and was turned out.
As James lifted Tally's outdoor winter rug onto his back, Tally let out a big whinny! and turned his head towards James. James finished pulling Tally's thick black tail through the 2 straps at the back of the rug and stepped towards his head. He rubbed his flattened out palm on Tally's forehead and buckled up the straps at the front under Tally's head. He also loosely attached the velcro together so Tally could breath during the cold night.
James put the head collar on his head and fastened the buckle. James led Tally through the yard and into the fields. He took off the lead rope and let Tally run free in the giant field with the gate open leading into the field next door. Tally joined his fellow 50+ horse friends for the last time and soon fell asleep on his feet surrounded by lots of other rugged up horses. James leaned over the gate and tears ran down his face. He gripped Tally's blue head collar and lead rope. He soon buried his face into his arms as they folded on the fence.

A voice behind him said softly "Don't worry. Your selling Tally to Zara and she -" James turned around and shouted at the top of his voice "Don't say anything! I'm trusting Zara to take care of Tally! Don't you dare say that she will harm him ever again!" He walked off and hung Tally's head collar and lead rope on the hook with a wooden label above it saying: Tally. Every hook had a name above it with the horses picture carved into it. There was a hook for bridles too and mounted stands of the wall for saddles also with name tags above them. James kicked the door as he left the tack room in anger.

Luckily he only lived next door so he walked home in a sad temper. He could hear his grooming kit swaying because of the brushes moving around as he marched back to his house. He swung the gate open then closed it behind him and practically punched the door open and he placed his blue grooming kit on a wooden rack, where his shoes and boots were kept out the way. He prepared a small meal of microwaveable noodle soup before getting ready for a good nights sleep.