The Horse That Could Never Be Trained

One Step At A Time

Hunter P.O.V

I looked around in my stall. It was very quiet. The early hours of the morning were always like this. Not many people were up at this time. I had awoken to the sound of footsteps rushing past. Occasionally there would be someone walk past but It didn't happen often.

I had gotten used to my stall now. I began to know the people who visited me too. There was the man who fed me and then there were the people who just stood outside my stall watching me and the there was this girl. I think her name is Charlotte, she is very kind. She often offers me these tasty treats when she comes. She often comes quite late at night. Her personality reminded me of Kiara, always gentle and kind. I still miss my mother and think of her often.

The bay mare next to me who's name is Jewel snorted.  She was a kind older mare who wasn't used much these days. She told me of the days when she would race on big tracks trying to be the fastest horse in the pack. I wondered what that would be like. 

Suddenly there were footsteps coming towards the barn. I withdrew from the front of my stall and pinned my ears back just in case. It was the man who gave me my feed. I watched him carefully as he poured my feed into the feed bin and waited for him to move on. I then came and ate the tasty grain. That was one benefit of being here. The food is great!

Charlotte's P.O.V

It was early morning and I rushed out of bed grabbed some food on the way past the kitchen and ran outside. As I had promised that I would take a look at Bold Crossing and her foal. I walked down to the mares and foals barn and went up to Bold Crossing's stall. Looking inside I saw a large dark red colt standing beside his very weak mother. Bold Crossing looked terrible. Her head was hanging low and and her back was sagging. She nudged her foal softly but even that seemed hard to do.

"She doesn't look good." Keith one of the barn hands came up behind her and said.

" No, what did the vet say?" She asked

" He doesn't think she will last very long" He said sadly.

Bold Crossings foal jumped around and playfully nudged at his mother. She made a small grunt in return. The foal was a gorgeous big fellow with a white star on his forehead. Charlotte turned away promising herself that she would come back later to check on them.

She walked to the round pen where her father was leading a 2 year old.  She stopped and leaned on the railing.

"Do you want to go help get Hunter out of his stall?" Her father asked

"Sure" She ran to help the grooms get the wild yearling out. She knew just how much trouble he could  be and she thought he was quite calm with her around so it might be easier for them if she went along.

Charlotte reached Hunter's stall to see him looking wild eyed as the grooms where trying to get him out of his stall. He gave a loud scream and pulled back on his halter. The grooms were struggling harshly. I stepped forward and called his name trying to sooth him but he couldn't hear my voice. She called his name again this time he seemed to hear and looked around for her. When he spotted her he called out for her. She kept calling to him softly once the grooms had realized he was listening to her. She reached over to him with her palm and laid it on the tip of his nose. He flinched a little bit but was soon standing quietly in his stall.

She motioned towards the groom for the lead rope. Slowly she clipped it onto Hunter's halter. His ears flicked forward and he heaved a deep sigh.

Everyone seemed lost for words at the affect she had on on Hunter. She clicked her toungue and eased him out of his stall with small steps. Hunter twitched nervously as everyone watched with baited breath.  His ears were like a pendulum flicking backwards and forwards.

Charlotte led Hunter out into the open air. His eyes wide and he began to get excited at the thought of freedom. For a fraction of a second she worried what might happen if he slipped free from her grasp. She pushed those thoughts away and focused on the task at hand.

It didn't take them long before they had reached the paddock where Hunter would be let out. A few other yearlings were in the same paddock.

"Are you sure he's ready?" She asked Clint who was eagerly watching.
"We've raised the fences just for him so we're as ready as can be."
She led Hunter in sensing his excitement. She quickly unclipped him and stood back as the Colt ran off towards the other yearlings.

Nobody could deny the fact that this Colt could run. He ran at top speed towards the other colts letting out a warcry. The biggest of the yearlings stepped forward to challenge but he was clearly no match. Hunter reared, pawing the air with his mighty hooves. The other yearling let out a playful kick towards him to show his disinterest in fighting. Hunter snorted and threw his head in the air in dismay. He stamped his foot but the other yearlings just nipped him playfully. After a while the Colt seemed to realize that he could relax and play along. He dipped his head down towards the grass and took a nibble before kicking up his feet and scouting out the new area he had been put in.

"That was an interesting show" one of the groom's exclaimed
Charlotte nodded her head in agreement. The others slowly dismissed themselves until it was just her standing at the fence watching. The elegant movement of Hunter was something she had never seen in any other. The way he lifted his feet, the way he almost flew on wings when he ran and how he stared intensely into space. He was perfect but so wild.

The wild Colt let out a loud cry which reminded her that she needed to be at school. She quickly ran towards the house to pack her bag.

Okay well I was wrong. I actually put out another chapter in 6 months instead if 1 year. I feel proud of myself😂 Anyways I hope you guys like it.
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