Cowboys and Mustangs ~~~ Roleplay ~~~ NEW!!!!

John led Outcast into a stall, then he and Mary went to get feed and water for him.
Dakota whinnied to Outcast first. "We can." She then looked at Mary. The palomino whinnied like she thought the girl could understand her. "Thanks."

The mare was grateful for Mary's gate-closing skills.
 
Dakota whinnied to Outcast first. "We can." She then looked at Mary. The palomino whinnied like she thought the girl could understand her. "Thanks."

The mare was grateful for Mary's gate-closing skills.
John gave the food and water to Outcast, then went to Galloper to work with his stallion.

Mary looked from Outcast to Dakota, smiling.
 
Alice leaned against the fence, watching Nymph. "I should probably move you to the barn" She said softly.

Rosalyn nickered, watching the woman and Nymph
 
Alice leaned against the fence, watching Nymph. "I should probably move you to the barn" She said softly.

Rosalyn nickered, watching the woman and Nymph
Cyril emerged from the barn, looking somewhat unhappy about what he'd done to Dakota. Shaking it off, he tipped his hat to everyone he passed, Alice, Mary and John, and headed toward Rosalyn's corral. In his hand, he held a slightly worn leather halter and cotton lead rope. Soft and supple, he figured it would feel lest threatening on the wild mare's face.

Dakota pawed at her stall door, discovered she couldn't open it and proceeded to eat hay.

Nymph looked at the approaching Cyril then at Alice. She nickered softly when she heard the man call out, "Alice, Nymph is in Rosalyn's corral."
 
Alice turned to Cyril "I know, I was just trying to figure out what to do with her. I figure moving her to a stall would be best, since she is pregnant, and we don't want that stallion taking her away"
 
Alice turned to Cyril "I know, I was just trying to figure out what to do with her. I figure moving her to a stall would be best, since she is pregnant, and we don't want that stallion taking her away"
"That same mystery stallion I keep seeing at night when I'm refilling hay bags?" Cyril mumbled, his hand rubbing his stubble-covered chin. He'd forgotten to shave this morning. "He does seem intent on taking her back." He looked at Rosalyn. "She came from his herd. I wonder if she's carrying his foal, too."
 
"That same mystery stallion I keep seeing at night when I'm refilling hay bags?" Cyril mumbled, his hand rubbing his stubble-covered chin. He'd forgotten to shave this morning. "He does seem intent on taking her back." He looked at Rosalyn. "She came from his herd. I wonder if she's carrying his foal, too."
"Probably" Alice answered to both, then looked over at the broken corral. "We'll have to fix that before too long" She smiled and entered the corral

Rosalyn nickered and moved away from her, watching warily
 

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