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?
06/04 - Site opened 18/04 - Update log #01 including new features! 27/04 - A New skin has been released!
Age: 17Gender: Female Online: May 25, 2018 20:25:08 GMT
Alias: FlightMoney: $ Posts 6
Badges
WORDS:
626
TAGGED:
NOTES:
Anybody is welcome!
The rich smell of hay and alfalfa, mixed with the not so great smell of manure, filled Annie's nostrils as she walked down the aisle into the Rusty Bucket Ranch. Annie hardly had any experience with horses, but she'd become somewhat accustomed to them since reuniting with her older brother, who is a trainer here at the ranch. She was hoping that Matthew might have some spare time to teach her how to ride, she was sure that he would love to do so, however she hated to ask him for more time than he already gives her. Her brother's horse Jack wasn't too comfortable with people other than Matthew, so Annie slowed her pace as she approached his stall. "Hi, Jack," she greeted him with a gentle voice, "I brought you some yummy snacks, but only if you promise not to tell Matthew. If he finds out how much I spoil you he just might hide you away!"The paint nickered as he stretched his long neck towards Annie's coat pockets. He knew the drill by now: Annie = treats. Annie giggled as his started to nibble on the hem of her coat. "Hey now, I can't let you form bad habits or Matthew will really be upset with me! You've come a long way since the K-I-L-L pen, buddy." She reached into her pocket slowly, making a show of it and watching Jack's eyes follow her hand. As usual, she held the treat a a little bit closer to her than the previous time. Jack wasn't aggressive or anything, she just wanted him to learn to trust her like he trusts Matthew. Not surprisingly, the treat was gobbled up within seconds, Jack's tongue barely flicking her hand in his effort to be gentle.
Annie sighed as Jack went back to grazing on what was left in his stall, he lost interest in her pretty quickly once he realized treat time was over. She would give him another before she left, as was their routine. She looked around at the horses stalled near Jack, they varied so much in size and color. A few of them were pretty intimidating due to their size alone, Annie couldn't imagine riding a horse that large. She'd ridden a few times when Matthew wanted to pony her around, but not much more than that. A faint sound caught Annie's attention in the mostly quiet barn, it sounded like something metal was jiggling? Curious, she followed the sound down the aisle as it grew faster and louder, finally finding the source. The sound seemed to be coming from a stall that held a red horse. "Aren't red horses called strawberry?"She wondered. Upon further investigation it seemed that the horse had been fidgeting with the latch on the door. Annie made sure that it was secure before chuckling at the horse and turning to walk away. She only made it a few steps before the sound rang out again, only louder this time. Annie spun around just in time to see the stall door fly open. Without thinking she lunged for the door and held it shut with her body. The horse just stared at her, as if annoyed that she had blocked it's escape, but not trying to push the door open, thankfully. Bewildered, Annie stood there holding the door, unsure of what to do. If she moved to look for help, the horse would get out. There's a halter nearby, but she wasn't confident enough to be handling someone else's horse. Deciding that she was doomed to hold this door for the rest of her boring existence, Annie called out for help, "Hello?! Is anyone else here? This horse broke his stall! Her stall? I don't know.. Please help!"
alling back against the driver's seat of his police cruiser, Owen sat silently staring out through the old beaten yellow Bronco's windshield, noticing the barn office sign staring back at him. Gripping his bottom lip between his teeth, Owen exhaled a lengthy, tired sigh before looking to his side and out into a nearby pasture where a small herd of horses calmly grazed. It was a common sight for Choteau, pasture upon pasture of livestock mixed into farmland and what untamed wilderness was left out here. Homey, Owen thought, though the sensation wasn't exactly a welcome one, albeit reluctantly. It was something he'd work on, but for now there were other matters to tend to.
Climbing out of the truck, Owen readjusted the weight of his utility belt and dusted the chest of his uniform. "Cleaning up for a barn..." Owen scoffed at himself. "...that's a change." Different from going in looking like a dusty mop to coming out a muddy one. Richer, sure, but now irrelevant in his mind. The wind was crisp, sweet smelling. Homey, again. Clearing his throat, Owen shut the door on the bronco along with his thoughts and proceeded toward the office.
He watched the dirt and gravel crunch beneath his boots, pushing a list of tasks through his head. Cramming more onto his plate than what was already there. It wasn't more than Owen could handle, thankfully, but enough to keep the man busy. Which was good, busy was what he needed. Maybe not some of the responsibilities he had recently found himself taking on, but he had a handle on it. Clamor from the barn just off the beaten path caught Owen's interest, sporting him to turn his radio down. Clinging metal, like a door, echoed from the building, followed by a woman's call for help.
Jogging into the barn, Owen glanced down the row of stalls to a young woman holding her weight against one of the doors. "Broke it? Here, I got it–hold on." Owen replied while retrieving a halter from a nearby stall hook. "Are you alright? I've got him, just hold onto the door for me." Motioning the halter in his grasp, Owen gave a reassuring grin, letting her know it was alright to come away from the door so he could enter the stall.
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? 
