🐎Buckled🐄

🛢New Beginning🛢

I walked into the feed and tack store, the smell of leather and molasses filled the air. I got my supplements, then I found this gourgous headstall, and it was for fairly cheap so I threw that on the bill for Sizzle. I also grabbed a neon-orange halter and leadrope, and this neon orange cow-spotted saddlepad, and some polos, and boots. I figured my soon to have colt would look gourgous in it, though it wasn't a for-sure thing. I throw it into the back of the truck, and then put the tack in the tackroom. I had a few other goodies too for him. Many hours of driving and multiple gas stations later, we arrived. The place was a little on the cleaner side for a killpen, but nonetheless. The timid whinneys of a few horses filled the air. Skinny, and neglected and even a few horses that looked alright filled the barn. How could anyone do this to these poor horses. I tried not to look at many to not get attached. Some of them had prices as low as, not kidding, $45.
"Fuck it" I bark.
There wasn't many horses, maybe 10, There was still plenty stuck into buying them but it was worth it. These poor babies are going to forever homes once they reach decent condition. I load them all up, and lastly. Here is the gourgous bay colt. He wasn't aggresive. It was fear. They all loaded into the trailer, it was a little snug but it can't be worse then there. Many hours later, we arrived home. I can't say its their forever home as they are more then likely getting adopted off to forever homes. Off jumped many horses into the pens. All sorted by genders. I had put my colt into a separate pen near my personal horses, and went back to the feed store to stock up on some feeds. I grabbed multiple types to work them up on fat levels, and it will be minimal work for them until they have gained weight. One in particular. Tag #098, looked no older then 8 months, if I'm being generous. This poor filly was afraid and very timid, and I couldn't even start to think what had started with her.
"No getting attatched" Allison joked
"Of course not" I sigh. I knew it was going to be hard, but i can't keep all these guys.

A few months passed, they now had a clean or near-clean bill of health now. They all seemed so much different then when I first saw these horses. I had been lightly working with #083, who I've now named Cherokee, and with #098... meet Cheyenne... I couldn't help it. This poor buckskin filly I couldn't let go. All of the horses could now lead, be groomed, and do stuff like lunging. My vet had said that the oldest horse here was around sixteen years old. That is extremely young I thought, and these horses were just trashed. I was already able to knock down 2 others, who were adopted out by the same person who had a little kid, and these 2 horses had been some of the calmest horses I've met. It may have been a bad idea to go to the killpen, but I don't regret it in the slightest. My week was going phenomenal, until the silver dually pulled in. Kaleb and Jessica stepped out as I continued to work with one of the mares, who had someone to come see her later this week.
"Excuse me ma'am" Kaleb joked.
"What" I barked, I wasn't In the mood for his antics.
"How many horses does one girl need?" He'd poke.
"They're rescues dumb*ss. I'm adopting them out after I somewhat train them." I cut.
"Well then. That's a nice mare right there" he questioned at the tall buckskin mare.
"Why would I want her to go to you" I prodded. I knew this horse wasn't going to stick around long with them, nor be treated right.
"Because" he winked.
Kaleb p*ssed me off when he'd do sh*t like that. He acts all flirty, as if everyone wants him. In sophomore year before I dropped out he was getting chased by every girl. So he hasn't changed much.
"I better get going I guess" he sighed. Heading back over to the truck. Jessica following close behind.
I pull the chestnut mare in from the lunge, and scratch at her head. I knew that mare wasn't going to them, that's for sure. I finished up with the mare, and put her back before tacking up Tips and grabbing Sizzle to go on a ride, ponying Sizzle along. We arrived back a hour or so later, and I headed in for the night.

I got a random call, and I answered
"Hello?"
"Uh hey... it's Kaleb? I got your number from your add for your rescues" he timidly replies.
"Okay and? What do you want" I smirk.
"So me and Jessica broke up, and I've realized how much of a royal a*s ive been, so I just wanted to say sorry" he sighed
"Oh, was that why she was a salty b*tch? Oh wait, that's normal" I laugh.
"Tell me about it" Kaleb replied, catching me off guard.
"So, why did you call me? There is so many others you could have, and I know I'm not your favorite person and that feeling was quite mutual."
"Was?" He pokes.
I stay silent. I felt it was just a joke. I didn't think he meant anything.
"So I just wanted to say sorry... but Uh, talk to you later?" He says awkwardly.
"Sure" I spark. Why was he like this? Why was I like this. I hated him, I still don't trust him. I'm confused. I eventually fall asleep.

I woke up early in the morning and headed outside. I grabbed the buckskin mare and did some work with her, fed, and them worked Cheyeene, Cherokee, Tips, and Sizzle. I then grabbed this bay roan colt, who was very pushy and somewhat unpredictable. I lunge him around the pen for awhile, then bring him in. I pat his shoulder as he shys away. I somewhat push back on him, as he lashes out, swinging his hindquarters and kicking out.
"F*ck!"  I bark. This Gelding wasn't afraid to fight. He gave no signs, just bang.  I end up leaving him tied to a patience-pole while I go over. He got me square in the stomach. I go back out after I get my barrings, and work the h*ll out of this colt. I got more aggresive, and he ended up somewhat giving in. I don't get his situation before I had him, but d*mn boy.

I get back in the house as I sit down, groaning as I hit the couch. My phone buzzes. "Kaleb"
"Oh now what- wanna kiss up some more?" I murmer out loud.
I open the text.
"So I was wondering... maybe want to meet up at the Oasis? If not that's fine too, I just don't got much else to do and I don't know what you got"
What? Why was he like this- he was never like this when Jessica was around. 
"Uhh sure.. meet you in half n hour?" I finally reply.
"Sounds good. ;)" he responds.
I have no clue what this man is up to, 2 weeks ago he didn't even talk to me and now he's all buddy buddy? No clue, I guess we'll see where this goes I guess-?.