Heath took the lead rope from the female. She seemed puzzled, and Heath figured that he wasn’t explaining himself well enough. He wasn’t annoyed or troubled by it or anything, he liked being able to teach another about the ways of the stables and horses. This is a lead rope. He said as he clipped it onto the harness, his voice was even had a sort of warmth or understanding. He had every plan of taking her out of the stall and into one of the rings. She wanted to learn, didn’t she?
We’re going to walk her around. His brown lifted coyly as he looked to the wolfess. Or course they needed to show the mare that neither of them wished her any harm, and how comfortable Ayita could become beside the horse. The door hung open on it’s hinges, and the brown horse took a few steps forward at her new freedom. I do, they are in the loft above us. I could get them for you. Heath had never been without the reading material, for he had learned a lot of what he knew from their pages. That, and from trial and error.
Lets take her to the ring there, and then you can work with her. He looked to the dark pelted female for agreement, and then turned and walked the horse down though the barn and out into the sunlight.
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