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I look back over my shoulder. Maybe in my mindless gallop I had left the lady behind. I turn around, shrugging, and go back to the ranch.

The wooden sign greets me warmly as I click to Outlaw... a clear sign of "let's get moving". Dad and the ranch hands are loading hay into the bed of the old, beat-up pickup truck, probably going to take it to the mountainside, where most of our herd is. I raise a leather-gloved hand and wave. They return it.

"Okay, mister," I say to Outlaw. "Carrots? Apple? Bob once for carrot, twice for apple." He bobs twice.

"Good job," I say, rewarding him with an apple. I untack him, groom him, and release him into his stall, and make my way out to the barnyard. The hens noisily run about, and our two roosters strut around. I reach down to pet a nosy Sex-Link, and look to the evergreen trees across the nearby river. They are heavy with ice, and the grass bears a light dusting of snow. Our pregnant mare, Winn Dixie Chic, snorts from the nearby field. I whinny in return; an old horse trick.

After feeding the menagerie of goats and sheep, I rub my cold cheeks and open the door to our log cabin. My step-mom is in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup. "Hey, girl," she greets me.

"Howdy," I say. "Anybody riding Stewball right about now?"

She shakes her head.

"Good. I'm gonna follow the cowboys."

"Be careful."

"I will."

QUickly, I saddle up Stewball, a lively paint stallion, and follow the truck.
I see her riding back. "Wait!" I call. How rude it was of her to leave me. I think.
 
I look at Cody with a raised eyebrow. He nods his head. "Time to head back," I say. "Nice meeting you all! Bye!" I say as I leap up onto Cody's back and touch his shoulder, sending him trotting down the road.
 
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Her call was impossible to hear, considering our ranch was miles from where I lost her. My eyes are on the blue truck in front of us. Outlaw dances under me as snow dusts his hindquarters. The sky flashes threateningly, a warning of the blizzard to come. As I pass the goat and sheep pasture, they baaa at me as if I'm offending them in some way.
 
I dash into the hardware store, purchasing a few parts and a rawhide bone for Elijah. I return to find that my bike was undisturbed. A cold wind was whipping snow into my face. "Sheesh! That temperature is dropping fast!" I say as I look up at the thick, dark clouds rolling in.
 
 
 
I look back over my shoulder. Maybe in my mindless gallop I had left the lady behind. I turn around, shrugging, and go back to the ranch.

The wooden sign greets me warmly as I click to Outlaw... a clear sign of "let's get moving". Dad and the ranch hands are loading hay into the bed of the old, beat-up pickup truck, probably going to take it to the mountainside, where most of our herd is. I raise a leather-gloved hand and wave. They return it.

"Okay, mister," I say to Outlaw. "Carrots? Apple? Bob once for carrot, twice for apple." He bobs twice.

"Good job," I say, rewarding him with an apple. I untack him, groom him, and release him into his stall, and make my way out to the barnyard. The hens noisily run about, and our two roosters strut around. I reach down to pet a nosy Sex-Link, and look to the evergreen trees across the nearby river. They are heavy with ice, and the grass bears a light dusting of snow. Our pregnant mare, Winn Dixie Chic, snorts from the nearby field. I whinny in return; an old horse trick.

After feeding the menagerie of goats and sheep, I rub my cold cheeks and open the door to our log cabin. My step-mom is in the kitchen, stirring a pot of soup. "Hey, girl," she greets me.

"Howdy," I say. "Anybody riding Stewball right about now?"

She shakes her head.

"Good. I'm gonna follow the cowboys."

"Be careful."

"I will."

QUickly, I saddle up Stewball, a lively paint stallion, and follow the truck.

I see her riding back. "Wait!" I call. How rude it was of her to leave me. I think. 



Her call was impossible to hear, considering our ranch was miles from where I lost her. My eyes are on the blue truck in front of us. Outlaw dances under me as snow dusts his hindquarters. The sky flashes threateningly, a warning of the blizzard to come. As I pass the goat and sheep pasture, they baaa at me as if I'm offending them in some way.

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I see that she just left. I sigh and walk off. I grab out my phone and look for some ranches around where I can buy a horse. "Red Ridge Ranch sounds like a nice place," I say to myself. "And it's only a couple of blocks away from my house," I state as I jump in my car. I park it in the driveway and begin walking to the ranch. When I arrive I see an old woman tending to her chickens,. I walk up to her and tap her on the shoulder. "Hello dear," She says to me. "Hi, I would like to buy one of your horses," I tell her. The old woman nodded her head. She began walking to the stables. "There is only this horse left," She tells me. I look at the beautiful grey mustang mare. "She's a beauty. I'll take her," I say/ The old woman smiles. "That will be $2,000" She says. My eyes widen. I begin writing a check, when I'm finished I hand it to her. "Thank you for your time dear," She says. "No problem. Thanks for the horse," I say. The old woman begins to saddle up the mustang. I smile and hop onto the horse and ride it home. "Hmmm...." I think. "I'll call you Aspen," I say petting her.

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