Or a rodeo clown grabbing the attention of a bull, which makes Jack laugh, too, as he hightails it out of there, saddle blanket flapping at his haunches as he goes. "Alright, you go on, then. She ain't an Oklahoma pony, and I sure wouldn't try hitchin a schooner up to her, but seems you'n she're kinda two of a kind."
Ain't that the truth. The mare's a good-looking creature, too, a solid dusty sorrel but for a white blaze that goes crooked over the soft skin of her nose, and a mane and tail the same dusty red, but hell if she don't got some liveliness to go with those good looks.
He's got a feeling Grace'll be able to handle her just fine.
The gelding's a dark bay, fine-looking in his own way, but lacking the spunk the mare's got in spades, and Jack shrugs as he hefts the saddle blanket onto its back.
"The mare's mine. Gelding belonged to a buddy a mine, don't come around here no more." Lifting the saddle allows a grunt, noncommittal. "Both mine now, I guess. Bought 'em offa Sallie Reynolds, here in the bar. You know her?"
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Date: 2012-09-03 02:30 am (UTC)Ain't that the truth. The mare's a good-looking creature, too, a solid dusty sorrel but for a white blaze that goes crooked over the soft skin of her nose, and a mane and tail the same dusty red, but hell if she don't got some liveliness to go with those good looks.
He's got a feeling Grace'll be able to handle her just fine.
The gelding's a dark bay, fine-looking in his own way, but lacking the spunk the mare's got in spades, and Jack shrugs as he hefts the saddle blanket onto its back.
"The mare's mine. Gelding belonged to a buddy a mine, don't come around here no more." Lifting the saddle allows a grunt, noncommittal. "Both mine now, I guess. Bought 'em offa Sallie Reynolds, here in the bar. You know her?"