This is a journal of a teenage girl in the 1890's who heads West to follow her father who has opened up a training and breeding facility in Montana. She leaves their home because the rest of her family is dead. Little does she know her father is dea...
Why does Johnson's son have to be so infuriating!!!! He keeps stopping by at the worst possible times. Like when I was doing join up with Flicka and almost had her coming to me when he decides to come over spook her and have her knock me over in the mud. Grrr! And then he makes a stupid comment about the stupidity and aggressiveness of mustangs. Urgh, why is Zach so frustrating. Anyway, I'm finally starting to get somewhere with Flicka. I've gotten her to join up with me a couple of times and she's allowed me to put a halter on. We're still struggling with the whole leading thing. Hopefully, we'll get there soon. I need to get a saddle on her ASAP. Rocket no longer tries to kill me if I go in her pasture but I'm not sure how I can get her in the round pen to do join up and groundwork with her. I really need to get some help around the place. Just taking care of Rocket and Flicka takes a lot of work. And if I want to add some cows in going to need help. Why won't anyone help me? It's not like I have the plague or something I'm just a girl.
Here's my idea if what Rocket and Flicka look like. What do you think?
Rocket
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Flicka
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