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"Damnnit." The words slipped past the young woman's lips as she ran her hand through her hair, pausing the bay thoroughbred in the middle of the barn aisle after leading him from his stall. "Your finally at a good weight to start working on some muscle and you come up lame, let's see whats going on with you bud." Ash commented softly as she tied the horse to one of the tie rings before she knelt down next to the horses front right leg, running her hands from the horses knee slowly down to his hoof to feel for any sort of heat. She felt none in the knee, none along his cannon bone, but once she got to the top of his hoof she could feel the heat. Another sigh escaped from her lips as she glanced up toward the horse who snorted, glancing down toward the young woman. "Okay bud, feels like you have an abscess - guess I'll have to get the vet out to make sure that's what it is. Let's just get you back in your stall for now, I'll give you some bute to help until he gets here." She commented, standing up once more only to return the horse to his stall. Once the stall door was secure, the young woman began her hunt for Killian - the only ranch hand her father had left at the ranch while he was in town and he had the others riding the cattle's field fence and fixing any issues they found.
She didn't have to go too far before finding the ranch hand out by the round pen where her newest training horse was prancing around, almost as if he was floating - the sun shone off his jet black coat. He tail and mane bounced as his hooves made soft thuds in the sand footing, "Hey, um - Ruger, the bay thoroughbred needs to stay in. I think he has an abscess. I'm gonna have the vet out to see if that's what it is and maybe have him check this guy out to make sure he traveled well. Did his owner say anything that he needed or do they just want me to call them?" She asked softly, leaning against the fence the watch the horse more closely as he snorted - darting away from them with his tail held high like a flag as he raced around the round pen. A small smile pulled at the corner of her lips, he seemed to have a fire within him and she looked forward to working with him - she could only hope that his owners weren't trying to force him into something that he wasn't meant for. Just the few minutes she had watched him she could see him ruling the three-day eventing shows.
She didn't have to go too far before finding the ranch hand out by the round pen where her newest training horse was prancing around, almost as if he was floating - the sun shone off his jet black coat. He tail and mane bounced as his hooves made soft thuds in the sand footing, "Hey, um - Ruger, the bay thoroughbred needs to stay in. I think he has an abscess. I'm gonna have the vet out to see if that's what it is and maybe have him check this guy out to make sure he traveled well. Did his owner say anything that he needed or do they just want me to call them?" She asked softly, leaning against the fence the watch the horse more closely as he snorted - darting away from them with his tail held high like a flag as he raced around the round pen. A small smile pulled at the corner of her lips, he seemed to have a fire within him and she looked forward to working with him - she could only hope that his owners weren't trying to force him into something that he wasn't meant for. Just the few minutes she had watched him she could see him ruling the three-day eventing shows.