Fountain Valley stables! RESTART! NEED PLAYERS BADLY

Luke McCutcheon hopped the fence rail, lasso in hands. "Flight! C'mere, girl!" He called, cupping his rawhide-gloved hands around his mouth. He stuck his fingers in his mouth and let out a sharp whistle.
 
Falcon snorted gently nuzzled his face. He looked back at Flight whinned then stamped his foot and snorted. Mares were just annoying in how they didnt listen.
 
Lauren had groomed and tacked up Tontigo, and was now leading him to the mounting block. She did one of her usual snappy mounts, and led her horse into the rink.
 

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