not a prayer for the refugee

Dixie-May Jackson · 09-26-2011, 08:33 AM

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Your post was fine! Hope she doesn't scare Lovi. Sorry for writing so muuuch . / +683

Wayne saw the stranger before the horses or Dixie did, which was a big surprise. The white girl just guessed that the large beasts were so focused on the colt that they weren’t paying as much attention as normal. The large male driving the wagon growled softly and appeared to start raising his lips in a threatening snarl. Dixie kicked her heels against Duke’s sides and got the horse to pull up alongside the wagon, then reached out and smacked the half Labrador’s head. Would you stop growlin’ at everythin’ that moves! Gracious Wayne, we ain’t been jumped yet, don’t make people want to jump us! The female growled out at him in her soft and normally sweet voice. She was just about tired of his bad attitude when it came to anyone who they didn’t know…which was everyone.

Huffing softly in annoyance, she pulled ahead on Duke and trotted closer to the oncoming male, signaling for Wayne to pull to a stop. She heard the wagon’s wheels slow and then halt, Fern snorting when the colt followed Duke out further. He sure was a cheeky, daring little devil for only a few days old. Dixie was about to great the male wolf when a little fur-ball shot through the grass and startled Duke, causing the stallion to squeal and shy away. Clinging to the reins and his mane, she held on and leaned down to rest against his neck, whispering soft words into his ear. Over the years they had adopted a small system. Dixie couldn’t speak low speech, but she sure as hell could repeat the same comforting words over and over until her horse understood what she was doing and saying. Within moments he was bobbing his head and prancing, growing closer to the stranger and ignoring what he now knew was a silly ‘coon.

Hey there, Mister. She sat up in the saddle and waved back to him, a bit of sadness tinting her green eyes as she watched him try to walk closer while using the cane. He wasn’t a bad looking man; the mottled and oddly colored coat was healthy and good looking, as was his physique and stature. But his leg was so twisted…it looked downright painful and Dixie immediately felt that maternal urge to scoop him up and cuddle him close. Didn’t matter if he was two years her senior, she felt the same way about horses and cows and whatever else might have crossed her path. She was simply a caring and loving creature. Hearing a soft squeal, she looked over to the side and grinned. Bark was hopping around in the grass, rearing up and bucking every now and then, playing with the fluffy raccoon. Cute. Turning back to the male, she got closer and then slid down off of Duke, ignoring Wayne’s warning growl.

Don’t mind him, he’s just a grumpy boy ‘cause he ain’t done nothin’ but drive that wagon for the last few hours. She smiled and waved a dismissive hand back in Wayne’s direction, getting closer still to the darker male until she could reach out and touch him if she wanted. Hun you look positively worn out. Walkin’ with that cane must be hard after a while…why don’t we give you a ride? She was having such a hard time keeping herself from reaching out and pulling him into a hug. He was a lot taller than her, of course, as everyone was, but she would have attempted to carry him if she thought she could. Without waiting for a reply, she turned and motioned to Wayne to bring the wagon closer, smiling sweetly at the stranger. I’m Dixie-May, the grumpy pup is Wayne. My horse here is Duke, the one pullin’ the wagon is Fern and that’s her baby, Bark. She grinned and reached a hand out for him to shake…or whatever. It was something that she’d picked up after reading through a few human books. Whatever he decided to do, she hoped that they’d be able to be friends. Dixie just loved making new friends.

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