Hehe, silly horses. 441 words.
A deep rumbling laugh sounded from behind Dixie and Saul, vibrating through Wayne’s chest. The horses perked up and peeked over at the usually stoic male, not really hearing that sound very often. Wayne just chuckled at the way Saul apologized for his horse and how nature worked, shaking his head and walking closer. The stranger was had a very calming presence, as he didn’t come off as threatening in the least bit, which helped Wayne see around the fact that he was an unknown. Still grinning, the large male rubbed one hand over Gypsy’s back and sighed, watching the two horses as they “flirted” like foals. ”Damn imbeciles…” He muttered softly, obviously not knowing what it was like to be around a female in heat.
Dixie rolled her eyes and patted his arm before turning back to look at Saul, smiling happily. Her eyes jumped to the horses and she watched closely as they pranced around together, tossing their heads and stomping on the ground playfully. ”Perhaps she is closer than we thought…Duke never reacts to her because she’d kill him if he tried anything, so he is never any help in that area.” She reached out and stroked a hand over Duke’s dark chestnut coat, scratching his shoulder amicably; her baby boy was a good horse. She sighed and frowned at Saul, shrugging her shoulders once again. ”There ain’t much we can do about this…they are both way too big to drag away from each other, and seperatin’ ‘em is just plain mean.” She pouted a little and looked at Wayne, giving him her famous big green puppy eyes.
The large male growled and settled his hands on his hips, ears forward in a show of slight annoyance. ”What is it, Dixie? What ya want now?” His voice came out harshly, but was diluted by the mischievous look in his eyes and the soft playful lilt as he asked. Dixie kept her hand on Duke and peeked in between the male canines, trying to gauge their reactions. ”What if we let them…you know? Gypsy could get pregnant. Though traveling with a fat, useless mare wouldn’t be too fun…” She sighed and rested her head on her horse, watching the two playful ones having fun together.
”It’s about time we got a foal from her, don’t you think, Wayne? She is pushin’ on five years…in her prime. She’ll do good to have a chit.” Wayne huffed again and looked away, watching his mare being all stupid in the head over the stallion. They sure were a nice pair, both large and muscular, beautifully colored…their babies together would be amazing…
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