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I ran through the barn with one thing on my mind, this tack box. I was currently walking around in the loft looking for the red paint, which I hoped we had. After 20 minutes of searching, I accepted that there was none and walked over to Cody's stall.
"How you hangin' in there baby D?" I asked and she shot me a look of annoyance. I huffed and rolled my eyes, muttering "stupid horse" as I walked over to Missy's stall and got her out. Since Cody broke the clips in the aisle of the barn, I just tied Missy to her stall with her lead rope.
I tacked her in my old western saddle and paired it with a blue saddle pad. I used her only western bridle and then walked her out of the barn, where I used a brick to get on her. I warmed her up in a couple slow circles and we headed towards town to get some paint. We were passed by two trucks and before long we were in town. I pushed Missy to a trot and made the turn into the hardware store. I tied her and walked inside.
"Kendall! It's been awhile since I've seen you in here!" Jerry, the store-owner, greeted me warmly. "What can I do for you?" He asked after giving me a once over, presumably to see if I was in here for any obvious reason.
"I need some bright red paint. Some that wouldn't stain anything or hurt the horses." I explained and he walked over to the paint counter.
"Who on Earth for? Y'all aren't painting that barn, are you?" He looked skeptical as he searched for the paint I needed.
"Nope. For my new horse's tack box. Prince died of unknown causes a couple days ago and I need to have Dakota ready by fair." I explained, trying to avoid telling him which horse I actually got.
"Aw, I'm sorry to hear that. However, I didn't know the Hart's were selling Dakota. How's he doin'?"
"Not that Dakota. Different horse, but the Hart's Dakota is just fine. I saw him last week. I believe Lexi is showing him which would mean you should see both of them at fair together in the same class."
"Are you eventing this year? Dakota is a jumper." He raised one eyebrow at me.
"Sure am. That's what you do when you have a 17.3 horse." I said as he pulled out two cans of paint.
"Christ, Kendall. You sure you should be eventing with a 17.3 horse? Doesn't seem like your thing." He said as he pulled a can opener out for the paint.
"Well, I'm making it my thing." I tried to switch the direction the conversation was going.
"Well, I got primary red," he showed me a beautiful, flashy paint and quickly secured the lid again and opening a much deeper, mysterious red, "and this was a paint I mixed up but the lady didn't like, so you could probably get a bargain price on it."
"Can I have both?" I asked, mentally mapping this box out in my head.
"Certainly. A bit of an afterthought here, but where'd you get this horse?" Jerry asked and I cringed.
"Kickin' K Ranch," I said, but explained when he sent me a quizzical look. "The ranch where that crazy horse was at." I said quietly.
"That ranch? Passion, was it? Wicked horse. I wouldn't trust that horse even in a halter show." He shuddered when I nodded, getting offended at his comment. "She still there or did they finally kill her?"
"No, she's not there. Or dead." I said, clenching my teeth as we walked back to the register.
"Who was crazy enough to home that horse!? Rip your life apart, that's what she'll do," at that moment, I lost the little bit of self control I had left.
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At Risk
Teen FictionKendall is taking a risk by buying the state's crazy horse, a fleabitten-grey Quarter Horse mare, but when her show horse is found dead in the barn, she sets out to find this new horse to show her community that she won't let this stop her and that...