Post by Millie Daveys on Jul 29, 2009 13:39:00 GMT -5
Catching The Beast
I sighed as I walked down to the colt's field, though there was currently only Rea in it. I swung the lead rope over my shoulder and walked up the the gate. I looked in the field, searching for Rea. My heart stopped for a second when I could not see him, then I heard a loud whinny. Rea jumped up from the floor and began bolting down the fence.
I watched him for a while, then I opened the gate. I walked in and closed the gate behind me. Where did I start with Rea? He wouldn't come to call and hardly ever stopped running. Rea! Rea! I called half heartedly, knowing there was no point. I walked closer to the line where Rea was running. He neared me and skidded to a halt. I walked closer to him and reached out my hand. Rea's ears flicked, he turned back on himself and bolted off in the opposite direction.
I sighed, half bent over. What would I do with him? I had to put an end to this, I couldn't keep on doing this, but he was not the type of horse that could stay in. Rea turned and began heading back to me. I walked into his path. I galloped toward me. I stood my ground. Rea came closer and closer and my heart pounded faster and faster. Suddenly, he stopped, dead. Directly infront of me. His nostrills flared and I could see him breathing heavily. I grabbed his headcollar and clipped the lead rope on before he could get away.
C'mon devil! I began leading Rea out of the field. He pranced sideways and shook his head high. I held the rope tightly with both hands and continued to the gate. I opened it and closed it with a struggle as Rea tugged. He continued like this all the way back to the stables, he needed a serious blast on the track!