Dylan groaned. She hated Bullets. Everyone hated Bullets. She trudged her way over to the pasture where they kept him. As soon as Bullets saw her he obediently trotted over and sniffed her hands. Dylan rubbed him behind the ears and sighed.
When Austin had bought Bullets he was sure that he had a star on his hands. With a perfect pedigree and that sought after creamy buckskin coloring, Bullets was a gorgeous horse. But riding him was a different manner. As soon as he saw you coming at him with a saddle he would run around the pasture like a lunatic.
Even if you did manage to catch him, the odds were still not in your favor. Charging, bucking, and biting were all things that Bullets would do. He even broke Austin's foot once because he landed on it in mid buck. Since then, Austin had brought in many trainers to try to get the unruly gelding under control. None were successful.
Bullets rubbed his head against Dylan's chest. He really was the sweetest horse on the ground. It was everything else that made him impossible. Yet Austin was unwilling to sell him.
"He'll turn around," Austin swore, "I'll find someone that will break him in. He will get trained to a saddle and he will be a champion."
Dylan thought that was a stupid ideology. They've had him for almost two years. If they couldn't train him then they should sell him to someone who could. Her fingers absentmindedly twirled a black lock of hair from Bullet's mane. She still didn't know what to do about Michael being here. He's her worst enemy, her father knew it, Ashton knew it, everyone knew it. Why would he let him board here?
A sudden gust of air and the sound of running hooves snapped Dylan back to reality. Something seemed different. She felt the top of head. Her cowboy hat was gone! Bullets was running joyfully up and down the left fence line with a brown object in his mouth. She put the pieces together.
"Dammit!" Dylan swore as she opened the gate and went into the pasture, "Give me my hat!"
Bullets pranced around, showing off his prize as an exhausted Dylan chased him. She already had a show today, went trail riding with Emma, and had to deal with Michael. This was the rotten cherry on top of her day.
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"What are you doing?"
"Nothing." Dylan snapped and continued shaking the bucket of grain she had gotten. Horses love grain. Most of the time if Dylan had trouble catching a horse, she would just fill a small bucket halfway up with grain and shake it. They came running to her. But not Bullets.
Michael leaned against the fence, "You've been out here for like an hour."
"I know." Dylan gritted her teeth, "Can you leave me alone? Go grind on Emma or something."
"Have you tried going in there?" Michael looked out at the pasture, where the buckskin horse was happily throwing the hat up in the air, letting it fall to the ground, and then throwing it up again. Dylan couldn't help but notice that he did have an incredibly good jawline. His bright hair and eyes were the perfect contrast with his own light tan hat.
Dylan cleared her throat. He is your enemy, she reminded herself, don't you ever forget that.
"Of course I tried that. That was the first thing I tried. Bullets is just a major asshole and so are you. Leave me alone."
The pink haired boy said nothing and tossed Dylan his hat and climbed over the fence. He crawled along the ground like an animal. Michael slowly made his way towards the far end of the pasture where Bullets was still playing with the hat.
"What the fuck..." Dylan mumbled. What is he doing? She had never seen anything like this. He must be crazy.
Bullets watched Michael in fascination. He'd never seen anything like it either. Dylan watched in disbelief as Bullets trotted over to the skinny boy in the grass. Michael allowed the gelding to sniff him all around, the hat still in his mouth. He then quickly grabbed the hat and curled up into a ball with the hat clutched to his stomach.
The horse let out a squeal of surprise. Bullets then nudged Michael with his nose. He nudged him again and again, hoping that he would uncurl. Eventually, Bullets gave up. The hat was of no interest to him now that the human had it. The boy obviously wasn't going to come after him and make it a game like a girl had. He cantered away to the far side of the field to continue eating grass.
"Here's your hat." Michael climbed back over the fence and handed Dylan the now chewed up and dirt covered cowboy hat, "You might want to clean it before you wear it again."
Dylan snatched it back, "I could have gotten it back by myself."
"You don't know horses like I know horses." Michael said, "There was no way you could get that hat back."
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HOLY SHIT AN UPDATE
updates will probably be slow for this story, just warning you guys
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