Post by Rachel on May 22, 2007 16:53:17 GMT -5
The sun hangs lazily across the Western horizon, drifting out of sight like a child's lost helium balloon. The sky is a radiant pink with thin clouds slowly floating by. In the distance, a faint cry can be heard. It grows louder and louder as the source becomes nearer. A beautiful, golden palomino horse comes streaking down the fence line, searching frantically for something. Her lost treasure is a small filly, galloping in the paddock adjacent to the palomino.
A man in a pair of blue Wranglers and boots heads across the paddock past the terrified baby. He swings open the gate connecting the two pastures and catches the excited mother by her hatler. He leads her into the paddock to join her baby. She fights to break from his grasp, wanting to go to her young.
The filly comes racing over and the mare calms down, allowing the man to hold her still as the filly beings to nurse.
Meanwhile, a mile across the property, the sun is still sinking, covering a large barn in murky shadows. The barn is rustic looking, completely bare of paint. A pretty gray color. Many horses are stalled down the center aisle of the barn. Grays, paints, roans and blacks stand quietly in each stall, each flashier than the last.
Standing at the back of the barn is a huge Quarter horse stallion. He has a chain clipped to each side of his halter, tethering him to two posts. He is a beautiful, jet black with four white socks.
A woman with dark hair is running a brush across the stallion's glossy, black coat. Her back is turned, showing only her hair color and preferred brand of jeans.
Danielle, hand me a comb.
Danielle, a tall, lanky girl with flaming red hair and bright green eyes, reaches into a purple bucket and fishes out a black comb.
Here, Rachel.
Rachel turns and takes the comb from Danielle's slender fingers. She runs it through the horse's thick, shining mane.
I love this stallion. His name is Beau. Actually, his full registered name is Scarlett's Beau.
Rachel is quiet for a moment as she gazes at his wonderfully developed muscle, short, strong back and wide, thick chest.
He is nearly perfect. His only discernable flaw is the way that his two hind feet turn out. That can be corrected with proper shoeing, however.
Rachel circles the stallion, running her fingers through his tail.
The greatest thing about this stallion, is that he is so tremendous, because I made him into what he is. When this horse came into my barn, he was malnourished, sick with strangles, and had a terrible case of worms. With the proper medical treatment and exercise, this horse has become a machine in a single year.
She stands at the front of the horse, looking over his head. A long, white blaze covers his handsome face.
As a yearling, I paid $700 for this colt. As an unbroken, but beautiful and amazingly well bred registered two year old, he has been appraised at $10,000. As soon as he starts claiming the trophies and ribbons in the show ring, he'll bring an easy $25,000.
Rachel turns to Danielle.
Go ahead and tack him up, Deed.
Danielle disappears down the aisle in pursuit of a saddle, blanket and bridle.
This stallion is very, very well behaved. Most are unruly, ill-tempered brutes. Beau was illmannered when I brought him home. He wouldn't stand still, he bit everyone of my stable hands, and he gave the farrier a broken rib. Now, thanks to a combination of friendly and physical persuasion, Beau behaves like a soldier.
You see, Calaz, Beau is a good representation of the way that my life works. I took him, and I made him what I wanted him to be. I forced him to submit to my will. He is now so gentle, that I would put my own daughter on his back once he is broken to ride.
Rachel's face clouds over, and her look of admiration is replaced with one of righteous anger.
I have gotten just what I wanted from this stud. That is how it always is. I always get what I want. However, I don't get it because I am beautiful, or spoiled or wealthy. I make my luck, I earn my fortune. I work hard to accomplish my goals. I put forth the effort to secure my future. I put forth the effort to turn this colt into a star...a champion! And now, I am going to put forth all my effort in order to retain my championship!
Calaz, you've already stolen one dream from me. Because of your stupid, illogically reasoned plan to be somebody, your illfated attempt at fame - I won't be the one to break this horse. I won't be the first on his back to give him the training he needs. Due to the injuries I have sustained at your hands, it is against doctor's orders for me to climb in the saddle. Due to your little stage dive, I am now suffering from bruised ribs and a pulled muscle in my lower back. If I am to cause any more trauma to my injuries, I will not be able to compete with you in the ring at Highway to Hell.
I know that you're afraid to face me. You seem to only launch post-war attacks, when I am already tired and less able to defend myself. You're trying to weaken me, to break me, so that I can't make it on Sunday.
You have every reason to be afraid of me, Calaz. Shake in your little size 7 boots, because I will not let you win. You will not take this title from my shoulder. I will emerge from Highway to Hell victorious. I will emerge as Rachel, the Queen of Confrontation, the XVI Xtreme Champion!
As Rachel's passion fueled rant comes to a close, Danielle turns the corner carrying a small brown saddle with a red blanket and bridle flipped over the top. Rachel takes a deep breath and gently places the blanket across the horse's back. The scene closes on Rachel standing back as Danielle saddles the horse, all the while Rachel telling her just how she wants the horse broken...
A man in a pair of blue Wranglers and boots heads across the paddock past the terrified baby. He swings open the gate connecting the two pastures and catches the excited mother by her hatler. He leads her into the paddock to join her baby. She fights to break from his grasp, wanting to go to her young.
The filly comes racing over and the mare calms down, allowing the man to hold her still as the filly beings to nurse.
Meanwhile, a mile across the property, the sun is still sinking, covering a large barn in murky shadows. The barn is rustic looking, completely bare of paint. A pretty gray color. Many horses are stalled down the center aisle of the barn. Grays, paints, roans and blacks stand quietly in each stall, each flashier than the last.
Standing at the back of the barn is a huge Quarter horse stallion. He has a chain clipped to each side of his halter, tethering him to two posts. He is a beautiful, jet black with four white socks.
A woman with dark hair is running a brush across the stallion's glossy, black coat. Her back is turned, showing only her hair color and preferred brand of jeans.
Danielle, hand me a comb.
Danielle, a tall, lanky girl with flaming red hair and bright green eyes, reaches into a purple bucket and fishes out a black comb.
Here, Rachel.
Rachel turns and takes the comb from Danielle's slender fingers. She runs it through the horse's thick, shining mane.
I love this stallion. His name is Beau. Actually, his full registered name is Scarlett's Beau.
Rachel is quiet for a moment as she gazes at his wonderfully developed muscle, short, strong back and wide, thick chest.
He is nearly perfect. His only discernable flaw is the way that his two hind feet turn out. That can be corrected with proper shoeing, however.
Rachel circles the stallion, running her fingers through his tail.
The greatest thing about this stallion, is that he is so tremendous, because I made him into what he is. When this horse came into my barn, he was malnourished, sick with strangles, and had a terrible case of worms. With the proper medical treatment and exercise, this horse has become a machine in a single year.
She stands at the front of the horse, looking over his head. A long, white blaze covers his handsome face.
As a yearling, I paid $700 for this colt. As an unbroken, but beautiful and amazingly well bred registered two year old, he has been appraised at $10,000. As soon as he starts claiming the trophies and ribbons in the show ring, he'll bring an easy $25,000.
Rachel turns to Danielle.
Go ahead and tack him up, Deed.
Danielle disappears down the aisle in pursuit of a saddle, blanket and bridle.
This stallion is very, very well behaved. Most are unruly, ill-tempered brutes. Beau was illmannered when I brought him home. He wouldn't stand still, he bit everyone of my stable hands, and he gave the farrier a broken rib. Now, thanks to a combination of friendly and physical persuasion, Beau behaves like a soldier.
You see, Calaz, Beau is a good representation of the way that my life works. I took him, and I made him what I wanted him to be. I forced him to submit to my will. He is now so gentle, that I would put my own daughter on his back once he is broken to ride.
Rachel's face clouds over, and her look of admiration is replaced with one of righteous anger.
I have gotten just what I wanted from this stud. That is how it always is. I always get what I want. However, I don't get it because I am beautiful, or spoiled or wealthy. I make my luck, I earn my fortune. I work hard to accomplish my goals. I put forth the effort to secure my future. I put forth the effort to turn this colt into a star...a champion! And now, I am going to put forth all my effort in order to retain my championship!
Calaz, you've already stolen one dream from me. Because of your stupid, illogically reasoned plan to be somebody, your illfated attempt at fame - I won't be the one to break this horse. I won't be the first on his back to give him the training he needs. Due to the injuries I have sustained at your hands, it is against doctor's orders for me to climb in the saddle. Due to your little stage dive, I am now suffering from bruised ribs and a pulled muscle in my lower back. If I am to cause any more trauma to my injuries, I will not be able to compete with you in the ring at Highway to Hell.
I know that you're afraid to face me. You seem to only launch post-war attacks, when I am already tired and less able to defend myself. You're trying to weaken me, to break me, so that I can't make it on Sunday.
You have every reason to be afraid of me, Calaz. Shake in your little size 7 boots, because I will not let you win. You will not take this title from my shoulder. I will emerge from Highway to Hell victorious. I will emerge as Rachel, the Queen of Confrontation, the XVI Xtreme Champion!
As Rachel's passion fueled rant comes to a close, Danielle turns the corner carrying a small brown saddle with a red blanket and bridle flipped over the top. Rachel takes a deep breath and gently places the blanket across the horse's back. The scene closes on Rachel standing back as Danielle saddles the horse, all the while Rachel telling her just how she wants the horse broken...