The Old Pasture

Chapter 2

A/N: A mystery starts to unfold in this chapter... and shit goes down y'all. Get ready. :P Hope you all loved the last chapter! This one continues to have a fair amount of dialogue, but eventually I think it'll even out. Happy reading! <3 Kitty

Since I really had nothing better to do, I went back to the barn after lunch. I spent some more time with the other horses. Most of my time was spent with Alaska and another horse. I think his name was Chico.  He was a dark brown Arabian with a tan mane and tail. Chico had a stall next to Alaska so I could hang out with the both of them. I had found that Alaska was actually more obedient than Chico, but I liked both of them nonetheless.Chico's mane and tail were much more well groomed than Alaskas.

 "I think you need a bath," I said to Alaska, walking into his stall with my phone and earbuds. I sat on the clean ground in the back corner of the stall, and put some music on through the earbuds. Alaska came over and nudged me with his head.

"What?" I asked. He walked over to his brush on the wall, grabbed it using his mouth, and dropped it next to me.

"You are too smart for me," I said, picking up the brush and grinning. Alaska lay next to me with his head in my lap. I began to brush his mane, and I turned my music down down a little. I definitely did not want to miss the three rings of the dinner bell. As I lost myself in my own thoughts (also the music and brushing Alaska's mane) I started to sing to myself. After a while I noticed something out of the corner of my eye. I looked up, and stood up immediately. Well, as fast I could with a horse head on my lap and earbuds in. My phone fell out of my hands as I stood.

"Oh, hi," I said quickly, obviously flustered. How long had he been standing there?!?

"You're really good," the guy, about my age, replied.

"What? At what?" I asked, flustered.

"Singing," he answered.

"No, I wasn't... I don't..."

"Sorry," he apologizes.

"For what?" I asked as he looked at me with kind eyes.

"Totally like sneaking up on you and freaking you out." He chuckled a little. "I just wanted to see the inn's property since I'll be spending summer here."

"Oh." That's all I could manage to say. I looked him up and down. He had sort of frilled up, black hair. His face is sort of narrow and his blue eyes stand out a lot. His collar bones are very distinct, and he wears a black tank top. Snake-bites dotted the place below his lip. Tattoos stretched up his arms, telling me he must have been a little older than me since he had them. He seemed like a punk, and I liked his style.

"I'm Brecken," he introduced.

"Oh... I'm Hunter."

"Is that your horse?"

"No... I mean yeah... Sort of." God, get control of yourself! He's only a guy. "The innkeepers are my foster parents so I guess as long as I'm here they're sort of my horses."

"Oh, cool," Brecken said. I opened my mouth to say something, but the dinner bell rang.

"What's that?" he asked.

"Dinner," I replied. I cleaned up the stall and hung up Alaska's brush. I followed Brecken out towards the inn. 

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Lunch flew by. I sat with the bikers guys, who arrived late. A few other people had come today, but not as many as I expected.