Chapter 8

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Chapter 8

Melanie's POV

I couldn't believe how beautiful that horse was! But she was so shy.

"Jared, who is that horse?" I asked.

"Well, she doesn't have a name but she's been here for a while. No one has touched her since she arrived." he told me.

"Why? What happened to her?" I asked curiously.

"I think she was abused." he said.

"Aw," I frowned, "poor horse. she's beautiful."

"Yeah, I guess she is." he replies.

I step forward and start to open the stall door.

"Hey, what are you doing?!" Jared says, surprised.

"What does it look like? I'm going in." I said.

"She could hurt you. She has hurt other people." he warned.

"I don't think she'll hurt me, just don't move quickly or make any loud noises." I told him.

As soon as I started entering her stall, she backed into a corner, obviously frightened. "Hey girl, it's okay, I won't hurt you." I said softly to her. Every second I looked at her she freaked out even more. I decided to do something different. I turned around slowly to face Jared.

"Do you have any horses?" I asked him.

"I have two, Rocky and Paris," he told me, smiling. I slowly reached into my pocket for a sugar cube then put my hand behind my back with it in my palm. "You've met Rocky already. Paris is a quarter horse filly that is about two years old. She is bay with a small star on her forehead and I love her to bits!"

All through the time Jared was talking to me, the mare inched closer to me and nickered softly, as if unsure about what to do.

"Keep talking and don't look at her." I encouraged Jared. "Tell me about your riding."

"I have been riding here since I was ten but have been riding since I was five. I have ridden most of the horses here. I got Rocky when I was nearly fifteen and Paris was born here."

Now she was right behind me, about to get the sugar cube.

"I have been riding for about the same time but I haven't lived long enough anywhere to own a horse." I told him as the mare took the cube out of my hand. I slowly turned around to face her. She looked a bit startled at first but she didn't move. I slowly lifted my hand to let her sniff it. She showed the whites of her eyes for a second before sniffing my hand. When she was done, I moved my hand to pet her. She didn't like it at first, but I kept petting her and she calmed down.

"She obviously hasn't been in contact with humans that much." I unconsciously murmured.

"Wow! That was amazing what you did! I haven't seen anyone touch her since she came here! I guess you'd be right about her not being handled that often." said Jared, amazed.

I blushed a bit. I hadn't realized I had said that out loud. "Could you please pass me that halter?" I asked him. He got it and slowly handed it to me. I didn't know if it was because he was in shock or because he didn't want to startle the horse. "Thanks." I said to him, taking the halter. I held the halter out for the horse to smell. Once she was comfortable with it, I slipped it over her head.

"There, that wasn't so bad was it?" I said softly to her. I reached into my pocket for a sugar cube and pulled one out. She nickered in recognition of it and took it from my hand immediately. When she had it in her mouth, she nodded her head to show she loved it. Jared and I both laughed.

"C'mon, lets get you out of this stall." I said to her, opening the stall door. I walked out and gently pulled on the lead rope. After she thought about it, she followed me. I smiled, "Let's take you to the arena."

"Wait, are you actually planning to ride her?" Jared asked wearily.

"I dunno." I shrugged, "We'll see how things go." I turned back to lead her into the arena.

Was I actually going to ride her?

A/N: Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I've been really busy with school and horseriding! I had a fall on Saturday :/ and later had the scariest experience of my life happen (isn't related to horses) if you want to know my Instagram is love_horses17 :)

Thanks for 21 reads! I know it's not much but it is to me! Thank you!

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