Rileys POV
I groan as a stream of light lights up my room through my bay window. My eyes flutter open and the sun blinds me. I shove my face back into my pillow as I hear my mom begin to pad down the hall.
"Riley? Riley..." she opens the door and begins to sit on the end of my bed. I only let out a grunt in response.
"Come on Riley, there are some new people coming to the ranch and I need you to get the barn ready for four new horses." She paused waiting for my response. When I didn't she asked.
"Please? For me?" She put a big grin on her face and stood up. Once again I grunted and sat up.
"Fineeee." I rubbed my head and face.
"I'll go make some breakfast then." She kissed my forehead and left the room, closing the door behind her.
I dug through my breeches and polos searching for something that didn't smell of horse crap.
After I finally got dressed I was wearing cream breeches with a pale blue polo and grey socks.
••••
I walked along the gravel road leading down to the barn. I glanced over at the sign reading:
Stewart Farms
Available for lessons, boarding, leasing and shows.
Beyond the sign was the pasture for the mares and the pasture for the geldings. On the other side of the road was the indoor and outdoor arenas with the forest beyond with many trails.
I continued walking and entered the pale brown doors. They were pretty heavy so it was good that we kept them open during the summer. I continued walking down the alley, only the horses casual nickers and whinnies and my boots, padding along the stone floor. I looked at all the small golden name plates as they read the horses names.
Diablo
Annie
Margo
Lizza
I stopped at Lizza's stall and pushed open the door.
"Morning girl, had a good sleep?" She nudged her head into my chest in response. I pull out a small bundle of baby carrots out of my pocket and place them in her hay.
"Maybe we could ride later? Show the new people around? That would be fun." I say, kissing her head as she tucks it down back into her hay. I pat her palomino back and dust flies off.
"Oh, and maybe a wash too." I laugh as I exit the stall.
••••
I finish the last stall and check my phone for the time.
11:36
It shouldn't have taken that long to clean four stalls. I sigh in annoyance as I hear tires on gravel. It must be the new people. I continue to put away the pitchfork, shovel, and the wheelbarrow. By then I start to here the trailer opening and my mom talking.
"Here, let me get my daughter to help you. Riley!" I hear her call. I roll my eyes and walk out to see a bright red trailer with the words:
Crescent Stables
Printed on the side. I turn my eyes to a short man trying to open the back of the trailer. I jog up to the door.
"Here sir, let me help you." I offer, pulling the door down with no effort.
"Oh thank you! I'm obviously out of shape." The man let's out a breathy laugh and wipes his forehead. I give a small smile and go back to my mom.
"Can I go for a ride now. Please." I whisper to my mom.
"Fine. But I would like you to meet them later then. I invited them for dinner." She pats my back.
"But I thought they were staying in the guest house?" I glanced up at her, frowning.
"Yes, well, I wanted to be polite. Anyways, go have your ride and then help me prepare dinner. Ok?"
"Ok" I smile at her and squeeze her hand, going back to the stable.
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I watched a few men dressed in burgundy shirts and cream shorts unload the horses in the trailer as I rode.
First out was presumably a gelding who was probably 17 or so hands high with a get black coat and a long flowing mane. Obviously a friesian.
Next out was a chestnut mare that was roughly 14 or 15 hands high with a short cut mane and a white blaze with one sock on her back left leg. She was a beautiful dutch warmblood.
After her was a short Appaloosa, probably a mare, with its tail into a Dutch braid. It was 13.5 hands, I think, and had a long body and stride.
Last out was a beautiful white Arabian that had a long stride but short body. About 15 hands high. Definitely a gelding.
I had never seen a horse so beautiful...
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The Cowgirl
Teen Fiction***ON HOLD*** What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Except cowgirls, cowgirls will kill you." -unknown Riley Stewart knows that love is pointless, stupid and a not a force to be reckon with. Her mom taught her that the only thing she should lo...
