Sorrel Hill: The E.V.E.R. Tournament |COMPLETED| (BK1)

Chapter Eight

Only those who will risk going too far, can possibly find out how far one can go - T. S. Eliot

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         ~The Mustang's Way~

    I had woken up extra early this morning and got dressed. Hannah had just gotten out of bed by the time I had already had breakfast and was grooming Jack. The lesson seemed to go on forever, Jack didn't knock down a single jump which I was proud of since most of the lesson my mind was focused on the mustangs.

  We were finally back in the saddle and Jack and I were better than ever. After I had finished the lesson I washed off Jack and turned him loose in his stall. I then ran to Lylla's barn to see her already holding Angel for me. I mounted and we lunged for a few. At first I was nervous, but then I got used to the quick speeds of the horse.

  Angel wasn't hot headed today which really calmed me down. Lylla even said that next time she would let me try and control Angel on my own. I couldn't wait till' I finally got to race her. To really feel what it's like to run like nothing can ever stop you. I had thanked her and took a photo with her teacher's daughters who were delighted to meet me.

  I'm pretty sure I'm deaf now. I then walked another long distance to see Will waiting for me my the huge barn which held the mustangs. I was itching to see them! "Ready?" He gave me a sly smirk. "Even if you're not," I answered way beyond ready. We then walked into the barn. The arena was empty, but the bleachers were filled.

  We found a spot near the middle but closer to the back. "What do you do?" I asked, having never done this before let alone go to an auction. "If you see a horse you like, bid on it. If you have the highest bid well then wallah they're yours." He instructed. "How do you know which is the right one? Like one that could be good for your skill set?" I inquired.

  "You just know, kidding, some mustangs are purebreds. They are bred in captivity then released into the wild, then caught again and auctioned off. By then people just call them mustangs since they are wild horses," he explained. I went to ask another question along the lines of, what if I get out bid or something.

  When he looked at me, "Hey, relax you'll get the right one." Although his tone sounded very convincing I couldn't help but still worry. It wasn't too long after the auction started. There were certainly a lot of very pretty horses. But, most of them were slightly showing ribs, and insanity crazy. I guess this is what I signed up for though.

We had at least looked at over a hundred mustangs. Will bought a cream Palomino stallion, which had two blue eyes. His horse was a Holsteiner, it was quite unnerving to see these beautiful horse breeds terrified and left to the wild. He had left to load the horse and take them into a stall with a turnout in his barn, before returning shortly after for moral support.

  Fifty more horses were shown, "I haven't seen any I am particularly fond of. Maybe next year." I sighed. Will nodded, "I bet the first mustang in the arena next year will have your name written all over it." He reassured. I nodded. I was slightly disappointed, oh, who am I kidding? I was extremely disappointed. I was looking forward to this moment since last night, and now I just wasted my whole afternoon looking for a horse I'll never get.

  I stood up to leave when I heard a nicker. I looked to the arena to find a red roan piebald filly bolting around the arena. She was astonishing! Her mane short, one eye blue, her spirit strong. "Will, her!" I pointed. Will turned to look at the filly. He smiled. "2000!" I yelled. I'm pretty sure I said way higher than she was actually worth based on the bizarre looks I had gotten. "Sold!" The auctioneer announced.