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

Tucker snorted. " its your own falt your in their. Youre the one who got out with that wild stallion." he took a big bite out of his hay net.
(where do all these horses keep showing up from? Huston and now Tucker both remind Dakota about her night with Outcast)

Dakota kicked the stall wall, imagining it was Tucker's head. "Cyril doesn't know about that. No human knows about that."
 
(oops. Cyril will end-up with two broodmares and nothing to ride)

"I'm no carpenter," Cyril admitted, holding up his hands. He followed Alice, moving off another direction once inside.

Nymph stood at what was left of Rosalyn's hay. All the paint had been doing since arriving was eating, and eating and eating. She watched the humans uneasily, but she sensed no ill-will from either of them.
Rosalyn nickered , watching the humans, then moved closer to Nymph.
 

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