Reining For My Horse's Life

Chapter 1

I am writing this to be published, and hope it can be published

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The dawn horizon gave no sign of the sun. All I saw were clouds rolling in, hunting the farm down like a lion hunting down his prey.  Amberello stood still as I rest the reins on the saddle horn. I sat there, without holding onto everything. I thought about winning a real rodeo. Amberello had great stamia, skill, and reining abilty. He could gallop a mile before giving up. If I could prove to everyone I owned a real reiner, I'd be the happiest teenager on Earth. I pictured it all in my mind, able to show the world. I've always dremt of going pro in reining with Amberello. I've promised him one day I'd let him enter a rodeo, he makes a happy nicker everytime I say were going to win a rodeo.

I galloped back home, Amberello's snorts and breaths were loud and clear. Thunder boomed behind me. It was like a movie scene in my head. The dead bracken, mossy dirt with grass patches alongside us. I could feel my cowboy hat rise up and down in the breeze, my unbuttoned red flannel shirt with a gray tank top under it, ruffel behind my, and my cowboy boots firmly griped the stirrups. I made it back to the barn after cooling him down for a while, trotting and walking him in circles, making him drink, then, I untacked Amberello, put his blanket on, and put him in his stall as I fed everyone breakfast.

Amberello nickered hello to me as I gave him a quarter scoop of everything, and some hay. He needed to gain some weight. I saw the orangey chestnut Fox Trots, the hard-headed, proper, and defintly moody Missouri Fox Trotter, he had his orchad grass, soaked beet pulp, oat mix. Then Plaid snorted and put his head in the bucket as I poured him some grain and pellets. He then signaled with his face in a empty water bucket to fill it. So I filled up every bucket with water form the hose. Then gave everyone a good brushing, which took half a hour.

After being in the barn for a hour, I sat around the house, watching my gray fluffy cat with blue eyes, named Cinderpelt after my favorite Warrior Cat character, play with the plant in the window. She wanted to go outside badly. 

"My waffles!" I yelped.

"Don't worry I got them." My sister,Amanda, who owned Fox Trots,and looked identical other then I have straight hair and hazel eyes, she had curly and green eyes, yelled back as she walked into the kitchen. "Also, you might want to put a jacket on the horses, like the neck ones, and put on some of those like leg things, because the tempeture in the barn is gonna drop down low, and I put Fox Trots in the jacket, but the legs things I'm a bit iffy about." She said. Her brown curly hair dropped at her shoulders as she whipped around to look at me. 

"So I'll be back." I said rushing out the door with Cinderpelt follwing me. "Cinderpelt go back inside, theres a tropical storm warning!" I scolded, so she walked slowly inside. I walked into the barn and then put on a jacket on every horse. Then ran back inside as the rain sped up after I locked the windows and barn doors, even the rooms within the barn like the tack room and food store.

"Hey darlin' I'm going to take the day off." My dad said coming in the room, wearing a black shirt and gray sweats. My sister was in her William Woods sweatshirt and blue sweats. Amazingly, in summer, we wore sweats. My dad continued to speak. "After this storm, the slaughter house is demanding one of our horses because they think our horses are a bunch of losers, and what scares me is they said the cops are allowing them to do this, and they even brought in a cop. So, I really don't know what we can do to protect our barn. I bet they're lying." He said. I dropped my waffle I was about to eat on the floor, and Amanda spit her peach tea all over the window she was looking out, and Cinderpelt got sprayed as she sat there.