Kiley Tyler, now twenty is on her way to be a professional liberty trainer. For the first time she's not with her friends or her boyfriend for that matter. She's alone with Jack and Promise in Rome.
She is beyond thrilled to work with the beautifu...
"Live for moments you can't put into words." - Unknown ________________________________________________________________
~Trotting Without Bounds~
Jack leaped up in the air, kicking out his back legs at Promise who lifted her head. They raced around the indoor arena, not a worry on their heart. I clicked once more as they went from a careless trot to a passionate lope. Jack shined in the arena lights, he looked as beautiful as ever. Promise didn't fail to meet him head on over looks, she had crystal clear white patches lacking as much so as a grain of dirt. A sense of peace fluttered over me at seeing their joyous states. I held my right hand up, they as if commanded, switched directions. Promise easily speeding past an irritated Jack. I giggled at her antics and his grumpy display. At this a pit in my stomach formed. I was suddenly reminded of Atlantic Black and Angel, Atlantic Black was such a goof ball which was one of the reasons he got along wonderfully with Promise, Angel was a nonchalant kind of horse when she wasn't all riled up. A sigh escaped my lips as I continued to think about my herd. I'm sure Amaya was busy with Challen at Jessie's ranch, I just wish I was there to see the two hang together. My beautiful babies Allude and Estrella causing mischief and stealing hearts across the chart. I could picture Angel eating all of Jessie's Mare and Foal grain. She loved it more than sweet feed. I had switched her to that grain to better ready her body for the delivery. I found myself missing Atlantic Black more and more everyday. His pitch black mane, slick silver coat, dark kind eyes, dark face and legs; he was my baby and one whom I was missing dearly. I huffed , refocusing on Jack and Promise. I watched Jack's elegant gait, floaty, and lengthy. It was perfect, he was perfect. It reminded me of the first time I laid eyes on him as a young four year old.
Seven Years Ago...
"Momma, Daddy, ready?" My thirteen self asked eagerly as they parked the truck. "Yes, Kils, lets go," my mom said in a soothing tone. I sprinted out of the truck, waiting impatiently for my parents to get out. I had wanted a horse ever since I turned five, eight long years I've waited for this moment. I had recently been taking lessons with my trainer Kevin Givings, who was responsible for opening the All-Star Rider University. The best trainers from all over the world taught there and he founded it! Kevin had recommended this breeder to my parents and I. We had come down with Kevin to look at possible horses. Kevin arrived not too long after us, he got out and threw a warm smile here and there. "Mr. Givings, can we go now?" My over excited self pouted. He looked at me with a soft chuckle, "yes we can, Kiley." A smile slipped onto my face as we walked up to the barn. A man and woman stood there watching us. We walked up, "Mr. and Mrs. Tyler I presume? Nice to meet you- oh Mr. Givings, what a wonderful surprise." The faded blonde haired woman greeted. They exchanged 'hellos' and the man, Mr. Letterman, went to go fetch a horse. He came out with a stunning dapple gray stallion. The horse had short even cut mane, a trimmed tail, shined hooves, and a clean coat. He had dark, rich gray mane, complemented with a variation of black, gray, and white dapples. He was beautiful. I gasped, "he's so- so pretty!" Kevin smirked at my response to the horse and asked to see the gaits. I waited as Kevin and my parents watched closely to the horse's movements in a wide squared pen. I, at the time, hadn't a clue of what they were looking for, but now I knew the importance of it. My heart was set on the horse despite the five others that were yet to be shown. They came back with the stallion, "what's his name?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. Mrs. Letterman was the first to speak, "Grace Style, but we call him Chase. He's a gorgeous boy, aye?" I nodded vigorously, my eyes drowning in the stallion. They tacked the stallion up and jumped him, he tossed his head a bit coming up to the jump. I just thought he didn't like being held back. After ten minutes, they finished Kevin left to talk with my parents, "He's just too much of a horse for her. He uses too much bit and not enough light touch. His movements, his strides are long and transitions are rough due to his length. I think we should keep looking." They agreed with the expert and we looked at several more horses. A stunner of a palomino, a chocolate bay, creamy cremello, even a sun-bleached black stallion, all Kevin thought were too advanced for me. All except one- a simple chestnut with a star between his eyes. The horse itself was lean, slim, bright coat, clean, an overall classy horse. Kevin, after watching the horse's movements, decided to hop on himself and test out the four year old gelding. He was very pleased with the young horse. The chestnut was ridden for fifteen minutes before Kevin dismounted and handed the gentle giant back to Mr. and Mrs. Letterman. "He's very smooth, light head, picks up lead changes, collects nicely, he's got a slight roached back, but that could fix with more meat and muscle. He's a gentle horse, quiet even, out of the six we've seen this gelding has been the most promising. The only thing is he's 16.3 hands, which is a big difference from Sweets, the 14.1 hand mare she's been riding." They talked amongst themselves for a small bit before my dad came over, "Kils, why don't you hop on him?" A smile stretched across my face as I turned to the ginormous horse. I was kind of nervous to get on such a big horse, but once my foot touched the stirrup my fear faded and my excitement began. I rode him around for a few minutes, he was easy to maneuver. Kevin seemed satisfied at this, we drove home given the weekend to think about it. We went to see a few more horses, but in the end decided upon the chestnut. I remember going back to the barn and running past all the stables to see the chestnut in all his glory. I haltered him in a royal blue nylon halter and lead "Jack Of Jumps" out of the pricey stable. I passed a stable I found interesting. A red roan Appaloosa stood patiently, she ate a mouthful of grain. Her name plate just below her stable door "Glory To Her" I squinted my eyes as I saw the small italics below the name "in foal to Jack Of Jumps"
I blinked, what?? If I remembered correctly Jack has a foal!! I bit my lip, staring at the sweaty gelding. He bucked up, Promise bit his neck as the two tried to outrun another. My mind stirred with one realization. Jack was a father????
A/N:
Gahhh!!!!!!! 80 followers special! Jack is a DAD! For the ones that have read Sorrel Hill BK1 and Sorrel Hill BK2, how exciting is this??? 😆😆😆😆😆
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"Glory To Her"
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"Grace Style"
P.S. Yes there's a reason I only posted this stallion😉
