Welcome to Hickstead, home to both Seven Oak Stables, and Blue Acre - two rival stables. Both offer opportunities for their clients to reach the highest level of excellence. Each stable differs from the other, so choose wisely and never forget, loyalty is everything... Meanwhile as the stables battle it out, there's trouble brewing at the university. Be careful, if you don't pick a side you may get caught in the cross-fire...
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The move over to the ranch had been smooth and without any hassle, though League wasn't sure what to expect nor understood why he was being moved. Sure he'd been bored in the yards with nothing to do, but he hadn't been that much of a pain, surely. Even so, he was loaded with a few soft words into the trailer and that was that.
And unloading was much the same, though he was given a few moments to survey everything, taking in sights and smells. The young stud couldn't place why this new place smelt so familiar until his eyes caught very familiar movement. Cattle! Was he going to work?! He couldn't help the excited little jig he did as he was lead to some cross ties, his eyes only shifting off the bovines long enough not to trip before he was snorting and neighing.
League stood in the ties as hands gave him a cursory brushing and began to fuss over finding the right saddle size, but he paid them no mind as they fussed and checked him over with a fine-toothed comb. He let them push and move him about, finding him a bit that was just right and double checking his hooves. League broke his fixation to start checking out people, taking in smells and accepting the attention when it was offered to him.
He was getting a horse. Forrest was getting an actual horse. It was a big decision, something that he hadn’t expected to do. But with the urging of Jillian and his kids, he did it. His experience allowed him to find a horse that was fitting for the job. Violet had helped him as she saw this horse before but ended up passing at the time.
Forrest wasn’t one to set up great first impressions for a horse. If this horse was indeed a rancher’s horse, Forrest in his cowboy hat, jeans, and boots wouldn’t be anything scary or odd. He heard the trailer come up as he returned to the barns with some stock horse feed. They were a bit earlier than expected, but a cowboy was always prepared.
He dismounted the ATV, somewhat close. If Leaguer wasn’t used to the sound of one yet, he would be soon. “There’s my handsome boy,” Forrest smiled, walking up to the group of people that were handling Leaguer. “How did he do on the ride over?” Forrest lifted a hand for the horse to sniff, before offering a face scritch.
League turned his head to the noisy machine and whinnied, not the least bit phased about the sight, sound or smell of it as it came close. It was just another thing that was all so familiar to him, something he simply accepted.
“There’s my handsome boy,” Forrest smiled, walking up to the group of people that were handling Leaguer. “How did he do on the ride over?” Forrest lifted a hand for the horse to sniff, before offering a face scritch.
His head bobbed slightly at the voice, immediately reaching out to sniff the offered hand intently. He accepted the scritches with a snort, immediately shifting his weight to cock a hind leg, figuring that he was going to be standing there a moment as the humans spoke around him.
The older of the group smiled and nodded, "Like a blessed dream. He loaded like a seasoned pro and stood calm, no kicking or fussing in the back. So far, everything has been fine. And when he saw the cattle over the way, he hyper fixed on them for a little bit, but then he was back to paying attention to us, so I'd say he hasn't seen a cow in a little bit."
“Good, good…and his health check was recently done, correct?” Maybe it was the vet tech in him, wanting to make sure everything was up to check. If he was missing a few shots, then Forrest could easily get them done. Either during work or on his own personal time. It wouldn’t be his first time giving a shot to a horse, either.
He gave Leaguer a rub on the cheek, before moving down to the neck. “I bet you're excited to start working again, or close to it, aren’t ya?” It was pure luck that League was a former ranch horse. It would make Forrest’s job much easier when it came to this kind of thing. He had enough experience to train one, but with the work picking up in spring – experience was much needed.
