Post by Blair Anne Lockman on Aug 13, 2012 20:33:35 GMT -6
A rather old, beat up Nissan pick-up putted up the gravel driveway. A white, bland two-horse trailer was in tow behind it with open window frames. A dark blue, thick tail hung out of the back door. Smoke started to slightly appear from under the hood, as the rusty red truck rolled to a stop in front of the large open barn doors. The driver killed the engine, before it died on it's own. Her hand lowering back to the worn jeans covering her lap. A soft sigh escaped her painted, dark pink lips. And her cold blue eyes drifted out the dirty windshield to the darker shadows of the barn.
Opening the door, cowboy boots landed on the gravel, and the slender female made her way around to the back of the trailer, and gritted her teeth, as her hands worked on the hard latch. It finally popped open. The blonde let the door swing open, "Okay Doc, we're here," she spoke in a frail, almost raspy voice. Then muttered under her breath, "Better for your sake than mine..." The woman stood out to the side, watching as the appaloosa gelding backed out on his own, wearing a faded halter and a rope tied loosely around his neck. The blonde grabbed the rope, easily untying the knot, and started to lead the gelding to the barn, where he would be staying while she was in White Bison, however long it would be. She had heard there were opening positions at the new cafe in town, and that would be her next stop. Of all of the odd jobs she had done, waitressing actually wasn't one of them. She could only hope that her balance was just as good on her feet, as when she was riding bareback.