Go With The Flow
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  • Reads 263
  • Votes 23
  • Parts 8
  • Time 19m
Ongoing, First published Oct 02, 2014
So.. hi. I couldn't think how to start this story so I'm giving you a brief run down on how things start off as:

 A fourteen year old girl works at a horse stud farm rehabilitation center thingy. 

The stables, Racing River Stables, rescues horses that would have gone to slaughter houses or green horses that need to be trained. They also breed horses and give lessons to riders of any ages. Once the owner of the stables, Renn, believes a horse and rider are good for each other she will offer the horse to the rider.

Lori's ( the fourteen year old) "project" is a twelve year old white camargue stallion with black mane and tail called Tricky or Rubix cube ( his show name) who was was breed at the stable and is the most polite well behaved horse RRS (Racing River Stables) has. 

Yeah so that's all I wanted to say so enjoy.
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