If I must offer friendship

Dixie-May Jackson · 11-22-2011, 04:19 PM

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Duke was having an odd day. He wasn’t usually so excited about things, but the moment Dixie lifted her small body onto his back, the stallion gave a little buck and then took off. He kept his speed moderate so she wouldn’t fall, but refused to slow down to a walk. She was holding onto his mane tightly, short legs wrapped against his sides and holding on for dear life. Going without a saddle had become a common thing, but it was a pain when the horses got to finicky like this. Thankfully Dixie had seen the short and wild look in his eyes and cinched her smaller saddle onto his body tight and sound. After a while of running he slowed to a long stepped trot and tossed his head, whinnying loudly. The white girl just shook her head and ruffled the tuft of mane up on his head. ”Crazy-ass horse.”

There was a coil of rope wrapped around the saddle horn, hanging down and smacking against her leg with each bouncing step. Two newer, bigger baskets hanging from the cloak and tied around her waist, rolling and shifting against Duke’s flanks. They were just about to enter the forest when the sound of smaller hooves came from the left, and then a howl. Lorenzo. Dixie didn’t know him well, but it was obvious that he was in the middle of a hunt and was calling for help. Turning Duke, she gave him a light kick and he leapt forward again, running in the direction of the hooves. Not even a few minutes later did she hear Wayne call as well.

A short yip left her throat, telling the men that she was coming up to their area rather quickly. The hoof beats from the elk reminded Duke of cattle and he was getting excited. When he caught sight of the elk he bucked, refusing to slow more, and just kept on running. ”Damn it, you ornery jackass! Her small hand slapped his shoulder, but had no effect. His front hooves slammed against the ground when he saw the older cow elk cut away from the herd and he drew in closer to her, jumping in front of her and forcing her to get even further away from the herd when she tried to turn back.

Dixie growled and took her rope in hand, ready to start swinging if it was needed. She could see Wayne from the corner of her eye, doing something with his own ropes, but Lorenzo was out of sight. ”What you want me to do, Wayne? Duke’s got his own system down, she ain’t gettin’ back there with the others for now.”

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