Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become?
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It had been a close call, figuring out who to bring along for a ride on the trails so near the Rocky Mountains. In the end, it hadn't been hard - between a barely backed Quarter mare and a mule who had grown up in fairly shitty conditions, ground-wise, it was a pretty good call to take her mule if she didn't want to end up breaking her neck. On the downside... Caro had a way of liking the wilds, a little too much. If she got thrown, there was a good chance it was bye bye forever to the wily mule.
So far the mare'd been behaving exemplary though, her large ears eagerly pricked forward, a light sheen of sweat on her ba coat - being trailered somewhere wasn't the mule's favorite. The aussie saddle felt like home to her, the cloth reins in her hand a comfort even through the leather of her gloves. The mare'd been walking briskly but obediently so far, and she'd found it rather a pleasant way to explore the area.
And well, because Caro did better in company, and she was a bit of a fool sometimes, she'd brought Shiloh along. The mare might be young and green, she had a good head on that lovely brindled neck of her, and she'd decided to bring her along as a lead pony, let her get used to trails, test a little to see how she got along on rough terrain. So far so good though.
Dragon was the only horse Rylee had brought with her. Technically, he was born in her father's stable, so she considered she had had him since he was born. In reality, her father had owned the paint up until recently. Despite the bond the horse and Rylee had shared, her father was the one who trained him to be the gelding he was today. The horse would do as asked, unless he wasn't worked enough. Only then did he get fiesty, and would pin his ears at her until she rode him or lunged him. It was something Rylee was working on with him, and hoped to break him of that habit.
Rylee backed the paint off of the trailer, and then tacked him up. He pawed at the ground, as if to say he was ready to go. She untied him, and turned him in a few tight circles. Once she was done with the circles, she made sure he was standing for her and mounted him. There was at least one other trailer in the lot, so she was sure there was probably at least one other person on the trails. She headed down the trails, starting at a nice even trot, but then allowing the gelding to canter a bit when the trail was smooth. On the rough terrain, they walked quickly.
Dragon whinnied when he saw the other horses. He seemed to get excited whenever there was another horse around. Rylee held him back, slowing him down to a walk, and waved at the other rider. She didn't want to approach them too quickly, as she was unsure of how the other horses would react. Especially with her leading another horse. Rylee knew how difficult that could be at times. "Hey!" she called out, though not too loud.
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The greeting, acting as much as greeting as it did as warning, was a nice touch from the woman coming up behind her. The whinny of her horse had warned of her coming even before that, though, and while Shiloh seemed rather unaffected by the presence of an unknown horse, her stubborn mule planted her hooves for a moment, swivelling those giant ears backward to take a moment to listen and make up her mind. It was ironic perhaps that the mule was equal parts the softest, kindest horse she had, and the most stubborn, foul-spirited one. If she was turned out with the herd, it didn't matter who or was around. She managed to bully even 18hh draft horses into obedience out there. She definitely had earner her name, which she showed off when she added in a few prancing strides, finally deciding to grace her rider with forward movement again.
"Hello!" Rae returned the greeting, chancing a glance backwards to identify a woman on a Paint. Not bad, not bad. Her smile widened a little when Shiloh snorted a little, flicking her tail somewhat and then seemed to relax. For such a young horse, she was rather mature in spirit. She couldn't wait til the mare's body matched up to her spirit, really, but until then she couldn't overtax her. "Also enjoying the sights?" she asked, seemingly unaffected by the way her mule was shifting her weight, still deciding whether she was going to emulate a seasoned trail horse or a rodeo bronc.
Though she didn't mind the prospect of a little chat, of getting to know the other person a little better, she also wasn't eager to do so standing still; that was asking for problems with Caro. She did migrate to one side of the path, clearing a way for the other rider to either pass or come close enough they didn't have to yell at each other. She did keep Shiloh on that side though - the brindle was a lot less likely to kick out than the mule.
Dragon was easy-going when it came to being around other horses, as long as he could be in charge. When he was being worked, or rode, he paid no attention to the horses around him. But in the pasture, he thought he was leader of all. He had a bad habit of picking a favorite mare, and changing his favorite frequently. Rylee considered him kind of a man-whore in that aspect. But overall, he was a good gelding. Rylee adored him, and was glad her father allowed her to take him with her.
"That I am!" she smiled fondly at the other woman. She looked like she had her hands full with the two horses, though seemingly had it under control. She moved Dragon forward, and took the place on the trail next to the horse being ponied. She was happy the woman seemed to want to chat. It would be good for her to get to know more people around the area. "I'm Rylee," she offered. "And this gentleman is Dragon." She patted the gelding on his neck as she said his name. "Are you from around here?" she asked, out of curiosity.
Welcome to Choteau, Montana, in 2018. What was once only a small city focused on fossils, has now started to turn into an equestrian mecca. Everyone still knows everyone, so the question remains, what will you become? 
