My old, and somewhat rusty, truck rolled down the bumpy drive way. Slowly chugging along while dragging my, just as ancient, trailer behind it with my favorite horse inside. I'm glad Wild Streak was use to all of it's squeals of pain, other wise she would be bagging around in it and be making a big mess.
Finally I braked my truck gently in front of the stable and killed the engine before unbuckling and jumping out. I quickly went to the back and pulled down the ramp then walked inside to my mare who stood calmly, almost dozing, inside. I untied the lead line and started to back her out. Once out, I gave her a pat while muttering, Atta girl. I glanced towards the stables, wondering if anyone would come to meet the new girl or if I was automatically shunned and considered a bad horseman due to my poor truck and trailer. I really needed to put that trailer out of it's misery but I loved my truck with all it's rust included!

A boy and his horse appeared in front of the stable. The inhabitance has arrived! I quickly decided to go check it out. I wasn't normally a social butterfly, I'm more shy then that, but if something came down to it where I couldn't get to the stable for a few days I would need someone to watch over Wild Streak.
I walked over to him, my ex-racing mare eager to meet the gelding. Hi, I greeted trying to sound casual and put on a small smile. Well so far so good! I'm Sam and this is Wild Streak, I said rubbing my mare's warm neck but she was too distracted by the gelding. She nickered and trying to reach towards the gelding and boy. She knew better then to move her hooves so she simply stretched her neck out and tried to touch the boy, who was less likely to nip her. Her lips wiggled about, hoping for a treat.

((*Shot* Museless))

I laughed quietly at the gelding. Hey boy, I cooed reaching out to pet his noise but Wild Streak, being slightly jealous nudged my elbow, then pushed my fore arm up so it would slide onto her neck. She seemed almost proud of her jealous act. She then tried to nudge Banshee in a playful manner. Needs all the attention don't ya'? I muttered to the mare as I took my head off her and to her lead rope. She glanced towards me, acting as if she was hurt by the lose of contact. I rolled my eyes and put my hand on her neck again and she returned to Banshee and tried to nudge him again.

I laughed lightly at the two. I remember the days when I use to put stuff in my pockets. Now I just leave them in my unguarded truck or saddle bag. No one would steal the stuff anyways. It was always worn. Better hope your phone is horse spit proof, I said smiling playfully at the boy. Hold on I'll help ya', I said as I jogged Wild Streak into the barn, cross tieing her. I was planning on giving her a good brushing anyways. Stay and be good girl, I told her giving a light pat then jogging back out to see where the gelding went off to, if he was still there.

I smiled at him. How do you wanna get him? Run around like idiots until he becomes so frightened that he drops the phone and runs? I said flashing a small playful smile towards him while I moved to stand next to him and watch Banshee canter around like a small child that got away with something. Or do you want me to hop on Wild Streak and try to get him to follow? I offered. I had a lead line with two clips so I could use it as reins in my truck I could always use. Wild Streak should be good. Though I would be praying she wouldn't buck and try to join Banshee's game.

I smiled and nodded. Wild Streak's an ex racer so if you get him next to the fence I can keep him there while you drive him from behind, I told him. The plan seemed perfect. If we could get him to run along the fence I could have Wild Streak running along and keep the same speed and stop any escape. Wild Streak was trained to run long distances and keep a steady pace but I have ran her in short spurts and she did just as well. Any little pens we can get him into? I asked glancing about slightly.