Wasatch Pine Mustang Ranch

[Horse]

_{Nell noticed the feed in Rizzo's stall and silently cursed herself for not being more observant. She undid the mare's lead rope and halter, spent a moment rubbing her neck before exiting the stall. Her pale emerald gaze studied the pretty mare, watching the way she moved around her stall before she disappeared to go and put the halter and lead rope away. She reappeared from the tack room. "Hey, some horses love food. I would called Apollo your typical American, eating more than they should." She said, sounding rather amused at this. She glanced down at Callie. "What happened with her?" She asked curiously. Rhett was no doubt probably up in her room, curled up in his bed or at the foot of hers. She was rather fond of the Irish Setter, he always went everywhere with her. She cleared her throat and rocked back on her heels, waiting for Ryan to lead the way out of the barn.}

[Story]

<sub>"Typical American? Evil stereo-typing, Nell. Look, his feelings are hurt," Ryan pointed at Apollo, who was, naturally, practically inhaling his feed. Yep, his feelings looked hurt indeed. He then glanced back down at Callie. "She might've run too much. Her little ol' legs weren't rested enough. I know she's too big and I'm spoiling her but she can stand to be spoiled once in a while." Ryan said as he scooped his light-framed dog up. She struggled in his arms before relaxing, chin on his shoulder. "Good girl, thattagirl, Cal." He murmured.

[Short.]</sub>

[Horse]

_{Nell paused by both Ash and Banjo's stall. The pretty little blue roan filly was fast asleep, her chin resting on her stall door. Her feed was half-finished. Fallen Ash was a dainty thing, and more thin and slender than anything. She didn't inhale her food, say, like Apollo. Banjo was still picking through the grain, finding the best morsels. He raised his head when Nell neared, letting out a hearty snort before returning to his meal. The handsome dark bay flicked his black tail, and Nell smiled. "Well, he is. Just look at him gobble it up. I don't think that is normal for a horse to do that." She paused breifly, staring wide-eyed at the draft before turning back to Ryan. "Okay, that is adorable. Callie is so cute." She chided at the Border Collie, smiling at the pair as she made her way down the aisle and out of the stables, leading the way towards the bunkhouse.}

[Goldie]

Min grinned, holding out her arm for him to see. It was a black treble clef on a green background that faded to her natural skin color. "Neat huh?" she said, closing the distance between them. "And I'm glad you aren't a dog, unlike those boys back home. I swear. They try to get with anything thing that moves down there and is female." she said, hugging him tightly before letting go and standing at arms length away, her fingers looped into his belt loops. "You've gotten tanner. And muscly-er." She said, searching his face while the brim of his hat shaded it from the sun. Her green eyes were the same, gray-green with the ring of sooty green around the outside of the iris. Same long, wavy gold hair and freckles cheeks. Same pale acne scare in the corner of her mouth. Same single pierced ears with the same little silver balls in them. She hadn't changed much, except for the new ink, suntan, and her hair being longer. Of course she had sprouted a good three inches or so, now standing at about 5'10.

[Story]

_{Ryan grinned as he turned his head, kissing his dog's deaf, feathery ear. "She's my good girl. Even if she can't hear, she's precious. I wouldn't have it any other way." Ryan admitted, carrying the black and white dog. "I may be biased but I love having a deaf dog. She's trouble sometimes but she's just as smart as any hearing dog is." He commented, watching as Apollo continued to dig in. "C'mon, I'm getting hungry. I can make something else with your pasta, Nell. Maybe some Garlic toast or something. Does that sound good? Or do you want something else?" Ryan inquired, tipping his head. Callie mirrored him, ears pricking forward at something she'd seen, keen blue eyes spying something in the gloom. She kept her head on Ryan's shoulder though, content in her master's close company.}

[Horse]

_{Nell grinned as she help open the bunkhouse door for the boy and his dog. "She is extremely intelligent, and sweet. I love her personality." Nell praised the two as she came in after them. "Yeah, that would be great, if you want to." She spoke quietly, leading the way into the kitchen once more. She stifled a sneeze as she began ransacking the cupboards for the things she needed. She set the ingridients out on the counter before she washed her hands. Her nose wrinkled at all of the dirt that washed down away from the drain. She couldn't believe that had been on her hands. She shook the thought out of her head before she set to work on getting water boiled and the noodles ready. "Mm... Maybe some garlic toast. That sounds amazing at the moment." She said quietly, pausing enough to rub at her face and get herself a glass of water.}

[Story]

<sub>Ryan set Callie down on the couch, giving her the signal to lie down and stay. Callie merely yawned in response before rolling onto her back and dozing off. "She's an odd duck. Shelter dogs are always the best," He commented softly. "They're so grateful to be given a second chance." He murmured fondly as he, too, went to wash his hands. "Alright, garlic bread. Gotcha." Ryan said, scrubbing layers of dirt off. That was the price to pay after touching horses that enjoyed rolling on the ground. He didn't seem to mind though. Once his hands were washed and dried, Ryan set out his ingredients on a separate part of the kitchen counter.

Hours passed and the young marine gradually opened his eyes. He was pinned beneath something, the metal hot but not searing. His face was pressed into sandy soil and the air reeked of burnt flesh, sweat, fuel, and gunpowder. He knew this mixture well. His eyes were unfocused and his ears seemed clogged, hearing sounds only distantly while a high pitched whine covered all other sound.</sub>

[Spotify]

_{Tally nodded,"That you did,"she agreed with a smile on her face. "I'm sorry I would race you, but I don't really know her well yet."she said, patting her filly's side."I was thinking about naming her Mismiki Issoba. It means Beautiful horse in the Choctaw language."she shrugged,"Ki for short. Or do you think that's too weird?"she asked as she cantered alongside the pair. (Sorry for shortness..)}

[Horse]

_{Nell ensured that her hands were clean before wiping them off on a nearby towel. She smiled at this. "It's so true. Rhett was a shelter puppy. Love that dog." She spoke quietly, glancing over her shoulder at Ryan, smiling faintly as she stood on her tiptoes to reach the noodles and grab the other ingredients. She set to work on getting the water boiled and ready for the noodles. She leaned back against the counter as she waited, gaze flitting around the room. "Ugh... I am so hungry. Why does it take so long for stuff to cook?" She complained nose wrinkling. It actually didn't take that long, but she hadn't eaten since the morning, and her stomach was growling. She put a hand to her middle, as if it would silence the hungry beast within. She ran a hand through her hair, turning to dump the noodles in when the water was boiling.}

[Story]

_{"Really? I didn't know Rhett was a shelter dog, too. I think Anne's dog, Harley, might've been one as well, though I'm not for sure. Ratchet wasn't. Jared knows his full history. He was a German import to the canine police academy. Which, I guess makes sense." Ryan shrugged, preparing the conveniently purchased french toast style bread that he'd be making a garlic covering for. It was a cheesy garlic flavoring and it was amazing. He'd made it in the past, mainly at home. It was actually his mother's recipe. He'd gone to visit briefly, bringing Callie home. He would eventually bring Phantom when he could afford a truck of his own, as well as a trailer to at least rent. He'd love for his folks to meet his horse. If they came here, it'd be pretty awesome, too...}