A Day in the Life / November 1
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morrobay1990Title: A Day in the Life / November 1
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Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 230
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
On Thursday Ennis had lunch at the big table in the tack room – two sandwiches, boiled ham with cheese and spicy mustard – joined by most of the other hands, and he asked Tim if it would be all right to let Ben ride one of his horses on Saturday, Ennis being down to one since Jack died.
Tim said sure, use Thumbtack, an older lesson horse that Ennis knew was used to having kids ride him, and all that entailed – sudden, jerky movements, pulling on his mouth with the reins, flapping their legs to get him to go faster– yet he still had a peaceful disposition, a quiet, sort of distinguished countenance.
Ennis was quick to assure him that even though it was Ben’s first time around horses, he would be taught the right way to do things. It was Ennis’s intention to start at the beginning, show the kid how to treat a horse, let him know that his actions could cause the animal pain and that he must do whatever he could to never let that happen.
It would be a learning experience for both of them, being together, sharing time, and they might only get to ride for a few minutes, but Ennis figured he would be able to make it fun, and, thinking ahead, was sure he could get next Saturday off, too.
Author:
morrobay1990Warning:
Genre: canon/1990
Word count: 230
Disclaimer: They are AP's
♥ Jack
On Thursday Ennis had lunch at the big table in the tack room – two sandwiches, boiled ham with cheese and spicy mustard – joined by most of the other hands, and he asked Tim if it would be all right to let Ben ride one of his horses on Saturday, Ennis being down to one since Jack died.
Tim said sure, use Thumbtack, an older lesson horse that Ennis knew was used to having kids ride him, and all that entailed – sudden, jerky movements, pulling on his mouth with the reins, flapping their legs to get him to go faster– yet he still had a peaceful disposition, a quiet, sort of distinguished countenance.
Ennis was quick to assure him that even though it was Ben’s first time around horses, he would be taught the right way to do things. It was Ennis’s intention to start at the beginning, show the kid how to treat a horse, let him know that his actions could cause the animal pain and that he must do whatever he could to never let that happen.
It would be a learning experience for both of them, being together, sharing time, and they might only get to ride for a few minutes, but Ennis figured he would be able to make it fun, and, thinking ahead, was sure he could get next Saturday off, too.
