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Earthquake prompt 2.1

POSTED: Sat May 16, 2020 1:07 am

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What's Shakin' - Prompt 2.1

Well, this was a damn right mess of things.

The sun was starting to hang low in the sky, a ticking clock for waning daylight hours as to when the marsh would still be navigatable, and perched on an island was the still-nervous Catin, circling about a patch of soggy, but solid earth, nosing at a bleary-eyed foal, blinking those long-long lashes and still wet from birth, her white-faced head wobbling as she looked around.

The air stank vaguely of copper and after-birth, and Santiago grimaced subtly, remembering some place far off, before he cleared his throat.

"Sonova bitch," he muttered quietly, rubbing the side of his face slowly. "This is a predicament."

Between the mid-day rumblings that shook things up (quite literally), and the horses getting loose to escape the percieved dangers, and the horrible noises that ruptured from Tall Tree, it was any wonder how anyone got peace in the wake of it.

"Found the dapple-gray," Santiago shouted back to his company. "Damn girl went and had her baby."

Luciana plucked her way through the marsh on her father's heels, and grimaced at the squelch of the mud, and clutched onto a tree for balance, ears perking high as she craned to get a peek.

"She's real agitated," Luciana observed warily. The mare snorted and looked up towards the swampy trees, visibly bristly as her gawky filly struggled to get her legs under her.

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POSTED: Fri May 22, 2020 3:51 am

“What's'at?” Wayne called out from over his shoulder as his hat balanced on the back of his fingers, as if the spread of his palm above his vision might help him see the distance more clearly. There were tracks this way, sure. Everywhere this way. Bright eyes snapped around when the Ranger finally digested what Santiago said,” N'aw, she didn't,” An exhale of disbelief seeped through his teeth.

He fixed his hat atop his head firmly as sights found Luciana for just the moment,” Don't she just,” He agreed. Whale eyes could be seen for miles, with how much white there was. Little horse beneath her seemed still too young to do much but function like John after a wild night. Settled into himself, a rope rolled at his hip, he folded his arms and took place beside the pair of coyotes.

“If it ain't gator here, it's gar,” A single brow rose at the concept of a challenge from toothy aquatic life, and the potential for jokes if he was assaulted by a fish during this harrowing rescue,” What'ya reckin' we do? We got three'a us. Cochise still up th'way on dry earth t'lead if she'll do it,” Blue met the marred maw beside him,” Y'ready t'get dirty?” A low chuckle rumbled in his throat as he knew a mad mother was going to make it difficult and a foal not yet walking was going to make a fancy scarf for something if Catin would have it.


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POSTED: Sat May 23, 2020 3:04 pm

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"Gator?" Luciana asked, suddenly quite worried, and her yellow eyes darted between Waynescott and her father, not sure what they were wholly talking about. "Mister Wyatt?"

"Don't worry 'bout it, Luci, there's no gator up here."

"But what's a gator?"

He waved off the concern and gently hushed his daughter, who looked over to the foal and mare with an earnest concern. Santiago hummed as he considered their options.

"You think she'll follow Cochise?" he asked openly, uncertain if introducing a horse that the mare was unfamiliar with may have resulted in something worse somehow happening. He scratched his chin. "Don't see any other way getting around it. Gonna have to take a dip in the damn lake 'fore Miss Evelyn will let me in the house again."

Luci looked down, flexing her toes in the mud, and she frowned a little.

"Maybe I can go try and calm her down?" Santiago cast a sidelong gaze at his daughter, not wanting to dampen her spirit so severely. "Nah, just stick around me and Mister Wyatt, 'kay? She doesn't know you, yet."

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POSTED: Tue May 26, 2020 3:50 am

With every inch of his being, he made his best effort to keep his laugh in his throat rather than reaching the trees like it ought not. Santiago worked to null her fears and Wayne could only smile,” Jus' a big ol' lizard. Like I says'n yer Pa says, ain't no gator up here,” He cleared the air, paying mind not to bring up the Gar again. Perhaps, Santi was just hoping she didn't spook more than the horses? The Ranger couldn't say.

“I think a lot'a things,” He jested playfully with a shrug. Getting her to pin to Cochise was on the chance that they got her off the water at all, ”He's a docile boy. Might help t'calm her if she takes to'im?” It was all speculation. Wayne didn't work the horses and was already a bit scarce on his own, minding the borders. He only really greeted them when he tucked Cochise in the barn. Hopefully, the memory of a few unapproved treats and a pat on the nose was still in her.

“It's'a date,” A bright grin flashed on his dark maw as Santi wasn't the only one wondering exactly how deep mud could sink into a 'yote before it became him.

Plucking the rope from his hip and more of a serious measure to his tone,” You think she'll take to a lasso outright, or ya' wanna get her attention first? I can throw this decent enough, but I reckon it won't cure her temper much,” From Santiago and his daughter, down to the rope, and up to the mare and her offspring, he tried his best to formulate something of a plan. He wasn't so much use to capturing scared horses as he was other quarry. It could very well be the same,” Whatever y'think, if we get her on a rope and calm'er down, she can't so easy run off again.”

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