The Stallion Saviour

Chapter 6

Wilbur have left me, standing on the porch with a huge watchdog horse mere centimeters away from me.

I was scared.

Trying to stay as calm as possible, I backed away into my house, hoping the horse did't follow me. I peeked through the front window curtains and saw the horse on the exact same spot he was when Wilbur showed up.

Wilbur....

Damn freaking asshole!! Why'd he just leave me here with that big ass horse! He didn't even say anything, he just turned and walked away, who on earth does that!

After some minutes of staring at the big grey horse, I turned around and went upstairs to fetch my laptop. After I got the laptop I sat down at my small coffee tabled and fired the laptop up.

*How to approach an horse* I felt stupid for searching this on the internet, but if Wilbur wasn't planning on taking care of the horse, I will. I rode horses years ago, but after living in the city for nearly a decade and only seeing cart horses, I've forgotten all my painstaking lessons. 

The results I got was some weird and some understandable. I went with the suggestion that I should feed it something out of my hand. I got two apples and exited out of my front door.

The horse was a few meters away grazing on a patch of green grass. I swallowed the nervous lump in my throat and made small steps towards him. The horse lifted his head and softly whinnied at me before he took a few large steps towards me. I froze in fear and just stood there staring at the huge horse.

The horse leaned forward and sniffed the apples in my hand before carefully taking one and slowly munching on it. I felt a little less nervous when I noticed he wasn't going to bite me or anything like that. When he was done eating the first apple he licked his lips and softly nickered for the other one.

This time I held the apple out to him and he once again took it very carefully, doing his best not to pinch me. As he chewed on the apple he kept his eyes trained on me.

"You like apples don't you, boy." I said softly as he sighed and surprisingly nuzzled my hand, his velvety nose brushing against my palm.

"I wonder where you came from?" I wondered out loud as I slowly started stroking his soft nose. The horse seemed to enjoy me rubbing his nose and pushed his head closer to me. A small giggle escaped me and that seemed to make me relax before him.

I finally removed my hand from his nose and turned to walk away. I had taken a few steps away when I heard the footfalls of something heavy behind me. As I turned around he was right behind me, looking at me with curiosity.

That's when I got an idea.

Rather than let him roam my whole land where he probably could get hurt, I started walking towards the nearest pasture. As I expected the horse followed me, all the way into the pasture and then as I closed the gate and locked it, he bent his head down and started grazing on the soft, fresh grass.

That wasn't so hard.

Now I have to call Wilbur, and yell at him for being an asshole.