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Margret Farms Ch 1

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This has been sitting in my sketch for a few months just waiting on me to line it... And this story has been written for even longer, just waiting on me to get the picture finished...
But any who.... Introducing my racing farm!! :dummy:.


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  Thump, thump, thump; the sound of his heels hitting the floor echoed throughout the stable. He'd been away for three years to support his dying mother. All while he left Andres, the trusty best-friend, and trainer in charge of the stable. For three years Margret Farms had been dormant, who could argue with the decision. The farms very founder was washing away. All while Andres was left in charge of breeding the stables most valuable mare. Kurt had no idea that his one hand man had done something he was completely against. As Kurt walked down the hallway his horses poked their heads out of their stalls. Even though it had been three years since they'd last seen him, they all held a special kind of hate for the man. Everyone that was close to him called him a man of force, and Andres had no idea what he was about to be in for.

    
Before Kurt could even get to the last stall he heard his name being called. Swinging around the hefty black-haired man raised his eyebrows towards the man that was so awkwardly running towards him. Andres may have been a slim man, but never had he been in the athletic category. 

"I hope to surprise you, sir, I bred her only to the best. You'll be very pleased." All while he spoke his hands moved to the rhythm of his words, something he had done since Kurt had known him.

"Well c'mon show me this beast." Roughly his words rolled off his tongue as they proceeded onward. 

"Yes sir, I've already registered her as Power House, in honor of you and your little mares foal."

The farm's lights illuminated her black and white coat, making her stall seem brighter than all the others. Out of the few bays, greys, chestnuts, and blacks, Power House was the only sabino horse in the barn. And there was a very logical reason for that.

    Kurt could see the glowing colors of the white coat, it was a color that caused him to stop dead in his tracks. Without hesitation, he turned and punched Andres square in the nose. Shocked and pulsing with pain Andres bent over, it was a hit he never saw coming. 

    
"You bred her to that stupid bird-brained stallion, you and your pea-brained father are head over heels for. Didn't you." His voice was a cannon that shook the walls of the stable.

"Are you really that stupid?" Throwing his hands up Kurt glowered at the man who was bent over, blood oozed from between his fingers, dripping onto the farm's floor. “Dam, get out of here with that crap! you’re going to stain my concrete." The thick man turned away from Andres and walked towards the horse, eyes glaring at that speckled white coat. The un-even thud of rubber on concrete told him Andres was exiting the barn, just like a dog obeying his masters' orders. Glancing over his shoulder Kurt shook his head- what does he think this is, a circus

Looking back, he shook his head, there wasn't anything he hated more than a painted thoroughbred. What a waste of nice breeding he thought spitting at the filly, "You won't amount up to anything, just like your father, and your dumb witted breeder. You'll never be like your mother."

Meanwhile outside Andres had found a rag stained with grease and oil whose color was no longer white but a steel grey from all the messes it had cleaned. Holding the tattered rag up to his nose to contain the blood, he cowered when he heard the thump of those shoes. "Don't hit me, sir! I thought you'd be happy to have newlines in your barn, and."

"Shut up!" Kurt hollered taking a threatening step towards the man, "before I break more than just your nose."
"Who’s the buckskin in there stabled by your so-called Power House?"

"Oh sir, she's not so-called-"

"I said whose the buckskin?"

"The buckskin?"

"Yes Andres, don't you speak English?"

"I do sir, but oh... I'm so sorry." The man sputtered scrambling backward away from Kurt, and dropping the nasty rag in the process.

"Just tell me one thing, how did she get here?"

"Claiming race, sir."

"So you not only bred my best mare to a paint stallion, you also took my money and claimed yet another horse... When we don't have any current racers."

"Look, sir, it wasn't supposed to-"

"Will you just shut up a minute?" Turning on his heels the thud of his heavy feet echoed throughout the barn once again. Dropping to his knees the mixed man bowed his head and crossed his fingers. Praying that this was something Kurt was doing for his own interest
and not so that he could come back and sabotage him. Thump, thump, thump, here he comes the crouched man thought jumping to his feet before Kurt could catch him on the ground, he stood tall, as if he was a knight ready to salute the king. 

"What type of claiming race was it, son?"

"Maiden, sir."

Kurt groaned "Of course you would go to the lowest class scale to use my money to buy a horse."

"No sir, it was a bet."

"A bet!? You bought that horse on a bet?" A laugh exploded from his deep throat.

"Look, I have someone-"

"No, you don't!" Within a blink of an eye, Kurt was serious once again. "The buckskin isn't going anywhere. If she was in a claiming race she'll carry a rider, was she a starter?"

"Yes sir, that was her first race."

"So the owner saw no potential. Is what you are telling me."

Confused Andres nodded, why was Kurt so interested in the buckskin?

"The claim was the lowest wasn't it?"

"She came cheap."

"Well son, we're taking a wild card with this one."

"Wild card?"

"Yeah, I want the buckskin to have a training partner in here by Friday."

"Today is Monday sir."

"And? That gives you 3 1/2 days to find a horse to train with her."

"But Kurt- I mean sir, we have Power House."

"No, there is no we in Power House. I don't plan on keeping that half-breed."

Andres' shoulders slumped, his dream was to be sold… 

"What place did she come in, in that race?"

"I don't think you want to know..." Andres said slowly.

    
"Yes, I'm sure I do."

"Second to last sir."

"Good, we'll give her a chance when all the odds are against her. I'd like her on a modified training schedule."

"As always sir," Andres mumbled as he had already begun walking back towards the house. He had to find a training partner for a horse who belonged in a dog’s food bowl, and the one horse who could outrace her own mother was being sold.

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Date Taken
Jan 3, 2017, 10:28:37 AM
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Helsinge's avatar
Mmph those neck dapples <3 Very interesting start to this storyline! Can't say I'm a huge Kurt fan at the moment, but he does make for an interesting character :giggle: