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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Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
Daisy was happy with all the sunshine that was happening. The orchard was tilling and prepping for the season of various fruits that would be bountiful. New ducks, geese, and chickens ran around – making their various noises. She wouldn’t be working per se with her family, but her neighbor Mrs. Colson needed some assistance. Daisy didn’t know what that meant, but it was rare for people to turn down some requests.
Dressed comfortably, and in attire to roll around in some dirt – Daisy made her way on her bike to Mrs. Colson’s farm. As she was riding along, she noticed a young man – almost lost. He was well dressed. Maybe a bit too well dressed. She put on the brakes and stopped short, before dismounting. “Can I guide you somewhere?” she offered with a big, polite smile.
Hudson felt odd, currently finding himself walking along some sort of Forrest trail. It wasn't anywhere he found himself usually but today was different. One of his newest clients was looking to buy property in the country side.
As he carefully walked along, he heard a rustling behind him. He stepped off to the side to let the cyclist past, unfortunately stepping in a puddle in the process. "Ugh, of course." He muttered, lifting up his foot to try and shake the mud off of his shoes. Hudson heard a voice and lifted his head to see who it was.
The woman wasn't someone he had met before, though she seemed friendly enough. "Yes that would be great. I'm looking for the Halson property? My phone doesn't seem to work around here." He placed his foot on a dry patch and glanced down at his phone - it was odd for his life line not to be working. "I have a client interested in buying the property." There was something written about it being abandoned but he wanted to check it out and take photographs to send back to the interested owner.
Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
“Ah the Halson’s? I didn’t know that their son was selling it…” she frowned, a bit disappointed – since she liked the son and the family. But she knew the farm was starting to get a bit too hard to keep up, since the son’s accident on the tractor.
“Well, I can tell you, you’re headed in the right direction – but you still have a way to get out there,” Daisy smiled. “Yeah, there are a few dead spots out here. You good to walk, or do you need a ride over there?” Daisy offered. Granted, the ride would be the ATV. From the look of it, he wasn’t someone that looked like knew what an ATV was. It was funny, kind of. A well-dressed person out there miffed over some mud.
Hudson gave up and stuffed his phone back into the pocket of his jacket. It seemed to be useless at this point. "Yeah, there is someone already interested and they wanted more photos. I'm their real estate agent." Sometimes he forgot that the farmers around Hickstead were a tight knit community and all knew each other. It wasn't something he was used to from his big city life. "Do you know them well or something?"
He nodded, thankful that he was really heading in the right direction. Maps were too old fashioned and not something that he carried around with him. "It's really annoying. As you can tell, I'm not out in the country often." Except if he was selling a property, though that was pretty rare. "I wouldn't say no to a ride, though I do hope it won't be on a horse or donkey." He didn't know how to ride either animal to save his life.
"I'm Hudson by the way, and you are?" If he was going to be selling the property, he thought it was best to get as many contacts familiar with the area as possible.
Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
“Yeah, I grew up with the family. The parents passed away two years ago. I don’t know how much land is left since the parents willed much of the acreage to their neighbors. As far I know, it’s the house and four acres left.” Daisy shrugged but laughed when he made a comment about him not being out that often. “Oh trust me, I already knew that” she snorted. No one around here, and she meant no one…would wear dress shoes on the main road.
“Alright, well – let go get the mechanical steed then. Hudson huh? Like the Valley in New York?” It was something new that Daisy learned about when she was reading a new atlas book. “You can call me Daisy,” she smiled, walking up the hill back to her property. Mrs. Colson could wait since Daisy was known to work late in the day. Plus, the cooler evening would be most welcome.
“I’m surprised Mike would hire…a city slicker to sell his childhood home.”
Hudson nodded, the blonde woman did seem as if she grew up around here. Or at least that she was born into the farm life. “That would have been useful to know earlier. However, when I viewed the property I did manage to get ahold of the plans for what was included.” It seemed that gossip spread like wildfire in the backcountry - his mother had warned him about that when he agreed to take this property on.
“Is it that obvious?” He looked down at his dress shoes and sighed - they would need a good cleaning after stepping in mud. It was something he could only blame himself though. “Granted, I was born here so I should have expected the rain and mud.” Hudson tended to stick to the downtown core of Hickstead - never really venturing out into the country unless his clients required it of him.
He turned and started following her, wondering what this mechanical steed looked like. “Don’t tell me we’ll be going on a mechanical bull. Those things only buck and don’t really go anywhere from what I’ve heard.” This world was brand new to him, but he had learned some things from watching TV. “Yep, that’s the one. Nice to meet you, Daisy.” Hudson’s eyes glanced up the hill and started walking up it, wondering how steep it actually was. “Do you live up here?” His real estate brain noticed the farm house first - it seemed quaint and like most other houses around.
“I’m actually a bit surprised too, I heard from him that my father sold his friend’s house for him.” Word of mouth tended to be how he got most of his business, though he was posting on social media about their small real estate business in hopes to make it boom more.
Only a craven would steal a fruit when he could take the orchard.
Daisy didn’t know what was up with this guy. He was out of sorts, wasn’t he? Nevertheless, if he was going to do something stupid – the farm world would know. It’d be too quiet and too normal without Daisy around.
As they approached the stone farmhouse that she called home, Daisy nodded. I do yeah. Second Generation. Been in the family forever I feel. It’s one of the older farmhouses out here, but she does well and I love living in it.” Daisy led Hudson to a side barn where the family had their four wheels and golf carts. She opted for the Golf cart that was a bit more supped up. Since the four-wheeler was probably too close for comfort for the guy.
After quickly grabbing the key from the lockbox, Daisy perched herself on and backed it up so the man couldn’t risk any more damage to his precious shoes. “Ah, gotcha. Well, it’s a small enough area that people to talk. Hop on up.”
When he appeared settled, Daisy began driving the off-road Golf Cart up the hill a bit more, passing a few of the rows of apple trees that belonged to her family. “I'm assuming you mainly sell around town, eh?” she asked, as she gave the cart a bit more gas to trek the last bit of the steep hill.
Hudson started to feel like a fish out of water. The countryside wasn't somewhere he spent any of his free time - not that he had much to begin with. Working at the real estate office took up all of his time, except when he ate or was sleeping. "It looks pretty sturdy. Do your siblings or parents live here or do you live here on your own?" He didn't want to know what it was like living in the middle of nowhere - he enjoyed the hustle and bustle of the city - even a small one like Hickstead.
He kept his stride up to keep up with Daisy, who was now leading him through some sort of barn. Hudson continued following and stopped when she got into the golf cart. He was impressed at the amount of machinery around. "Alright, I'm coming. So, does everyone know everything around here then?" Hudson knew the stereotypes of people who lived in smaller communities - news spread fast. He reached up with his right hand and grabbed on to the frame of the cart - in case Daisy was a wild driver.
"Yes, I tend to stick in town. My Dad is the one who does the country homes, though he had too much on his plate to take this one on. Do homes not tend to sell often around here then?" He assumed so by the fact that the house he was selling hadn't gone through many owners as of late.
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