Believer

Reckon

Saturday, in April... some day it was. Wasn't much different other than the loaded convoy in the stable driveway. Inside the shaded convoy was her new enemy, one of which she must tango with. He whinned and tossed his head, not something agood or mannered horse would do let alone behave. He gave the side of the trailer a kick, which rang with a metallic clad that caused Kari to flinch and cover her ear. "I'll unload him for you." said Jon the groom and breeder of his cart pulling parents. She gestured for him to proceed as she walked to the gate of the indoor arena. Letting it open she returned to the trailer where the draft was unloaded from. At the door of the trailer he apprehensively danced as he judged the ground, not even a six inch drop.

Eventually he hopped out, almost bolting upon doing so. She shook her head, "And he has no name?" Kari asked Jon, "No, never named em...." he responded as he tried to keep all four of the horse's hooves on the ground. "Mind if I find em a name?" She asked, observing the draft trying to pinpoint his issues and their causes. He held his head high but not as though he was proud, but rather as if he'd rear up at any moment. The majority of aggression in horses was actually fear, she knew it and from that tried to decipher which was which. "Try your hand at it."

Bucking, rearing, and whinnying as he rounded the arena in a frantic, blur of fear and disscontempt. Surely he didn't know where he was or how he got there, unable to adjust at the given moment. It was clear there would be no training today. He had to calm down and adapt to this place before any further work. Jon said the farrier last saw him four weeks ago, meaning he'd need better hoof manners within two weeks. As the shoes, metal shoes, are replaced every six weeks. His hooves werelarge, roughly the size of a dinner plate, lined with metal, that has nearly two hundred pounds of force coming in behind it. Contact of any kind like that would be agonizing, in the least.

Resting her forearms folded on the metal gate, Kari watched him with a sadness deep inside. Stirring like a emptying sink that drained, though the feeling didn't dissipate it only swelled. He had slowed his panicking before only galloping and sniffing theground. The other horses watched him from the other gate on the far side of the arena. They must've been confused, Boone her own gelding possible upset thinking she got a new horse to take his place... Kari would have to spend time with Boone as well in the process, but not Nameless and Boone at once.

Gradually nameless stopped and gave a roll in the dirt. A display that says, 'This is alright' even with that she knew the fight was far from over with him. He can be haltered but the question was how can she catch him with a lead? It wasn't likely that he'd let her easily. But there was no sure way to tell, "Look at him... you got a name for him yet?" Harvey asked her, she turned her head to him for a moment, "haha... nah, not yet." The sun was going down behind them, as they stood at the fence. "I'm proud of you." She felt the large hand of a working man on her shoulder, she looked at him, "Thank you... it means a lot."

In what remained of the sun light the gelding snooped the ground, probably hungry. Leaning off the fence she said with a stretch, "Feeding time!" Rubbing her back Kari walked away, Harvey looked over his shoulder. Shaking his head as he was far beyond such a young and energized age, shortly there after he followed her to the barn. They served out grain, into feed buckets and filled hay-nets as well as water troughs. "BOYS!" Kari yelled, soon enough all of the geldings filed into their stalls of which were left open for them. Going down each side of the barn they shut and locked each stall door before meeting at the end. Giving each other a high five they headed back, "I'll get the feed-" she paused, "and they hay-net, and water." She said. Secretly she had hoped for a epic friendship moment, but that shit never happens, does it?

Looting into the arena a full feed dish of grain and vitamin supplements, as well as the hay-net, Harvey shut the gate behindher and watched her in a fatherly way. The gelding moved away from her, before jogging up to her as she hung the hay-net, the grain dish already set near the wall to the e side of the hay-net. He came closer, into Kari's personal space as she anticipated, he tossed his head after sniffing her 'hey you! I don't know you, and I don't like you!', he was something she couldn't really 'fight'. She took a side step away saying, 'I'll give you space but you still don't own me'. That was the way of horses, stepping back or running away was cowardice that told them they have power over you, and they always use it to advantage. They are far from stupid, and never really so foolish as to do certain things.

Walking to the near fence, Harvey waited for her, "He's something... I reckon. You believe he can change?" Harvey commented, she glanced to him and nodded, feeling dog tired as the sun began to vanish behind the mountains. Kari shook her head as she rubbed the back of her neck, this Draft would be a trying one, and hopefully not a easy one. She didn't want a easy horse, they never made for good grooms. Besides it would make for a nice story to tell and a good part of life. Some courage and triumph, all in all she was exhausted and longing to work with the horse. Maybe tomorrow, but tomorrow was the Sabbath day. Regardless, she didn't really care as she didn't go to church with her family. It wasn't something she believed in even in the slightest. But in all cases she is respectful, and she is a believer in the impossible.

This brought her around to thinking of that Emeritus character that had appeared, he looked like he should work for the Feds or something of the like maybe the CIA. Whatever it was that he wanted, she knew he wouldn't really be giving up soon. Did he want the Draft? Kari tried to reason with that, telling herself the horse wasn't worth much and that the guy couldn't have possibly known about the horse and how she agreed to train him. She thought about it until she got home, by then dinner wasalready served and the left overs packed away. Kari gave a sigh and yanked off her boots, feeling a void in her chest,knowing that they likely didn't really care that she wasn't home for dinner. From over her shoulder she heard the sound of movement, sleek, deliberate movement. Kari turned her head and for a moment thought that she saw a black shadow, butthen her eyes fell upon the small black and white cat that she had adopted. Achser walked against her calf, purring loudly as his green eyes looked up at her before he sat. Turning his head he looked beyond her legs, to the shadow that stood still in waiting against the wall.