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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 12:47:06 GMT -5
*Lark's lips tightened as she eyed him over, her brow arched.*
"Then I guess you're staring down a beast more threatenin' than a pit viper."
*The hint of a smile hovered about her lips.*
"Question is, are you gonna do some business with it or not?"
*The smile blossomed knowingly.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 13:58:55 GMT -5
"I ain't got no need fer no bizness that'ain't already mah own," *he scowled. He didn't like her smile. At least, he didn't like liking her smile.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 15:24:57 GMT -5
*The smile vanished as quick as it'd come and she tightened again.*
"Very well. If you're not interested..."
*She clutched her purse.*
"Then I won't trouble you further. Good day, sir."
*She turned curtly and started off again.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 15:48:56 GMT -5
*Whether it suited him or not, images of Lizzie's threadbare, wash-worn Sunday "best" and her long-suffering smile flashed through his mind. He grit his teeth and groaned inwardly.*
"How much ya willin' t'pay?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 15:55:51 GMT -5
*Lark stopped dead, smiling for the shortest moment, making sure any remnant of it was gone when she turned to face him.*
"How much would you need? By the week preferably."
*She opened her purse, digging through it briefly.*
"I've got the means if you're willing."
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 15:57:51 GMT -5
*Jake shrugged.*
"D'pends on which horse yer lookin' t'rent."
*He began to walk along the line of stalled mares and geldings.*
"Ah take it yer not innarested in a stallion? They can be tricky to handle, even fer me."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 16:06:29 GMT -5
"No." *She answered confidently, falling into step beside him.*
"Mare or gelding's best if you have them. I just need it to be able to learn quickly, take good direction and not be scared by gunfire."
*Her eyes lingered on each beast as they passed, noting any merits or flaws.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 16:10:48 GMT -5
*Jake stopped at a dun mare.*
"Jessie's yer girl," *he nodded.* "Five years old. Hasn't been bred yet. Spring in 'er step. She's smart, but willful as hell 'till she knows who's boss."
*He gave the young woman a sideways glance.*
"You'll suit."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 16:22:03 GMT -5
*Lark turned, studying the mare.*
"Jessie, eh?"
*She tried to push back her smile, turning to look at the man.*
"You think you know me so well? Already?"
*There, at the edges, the grin was peeking.*
"Fine. Show me."
*Her brows lifted in a sudden gesture of good-nature.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 16:23:31 GMT -5
"Well 'nuff," *he muttered, ducking into the tack room to get a bridle to fit onto Jessie, leading her out of her stall.*
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 16:36:05 GMT -5
*She let her eyes drift to him as he walked away. The other side wasn't half bad either she decided. Maybe he wasn't all bad. Just green. Needed some...breaking. She felt herself flush briefly and she shook her head, trying not to giggle as she patiently waited for him to return. When he did, she nodded appreciatively.*
"Nice lines. Good legs."
*She smoothed her hand over the animal's soft coat, feeling the muscle beneath.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 16:41:54 GMT -5
"Ain't a flea on 'er," *he said with gruff pride.* "Never bin sick a day I've known 'er."
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 16:47:16 GMT -5
*Lark nodded, letting the horse sniff her hand before rubbing her nose softly. Then she looked to him.*
"Can we take her out? Stretch her legs? See how suited we really are?"
*She seemed almost like it was Christmas morning, there was a hope in her eyes that was infectious.*
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Post by Jake Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 16:49:37 GMT -5
"Of course," *he muttered, going to get a blanket and a saddle. Once he had Jessie fitted up, he glanced at the girl, clearing his throat.*
"You...need a leg up?"
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Post by Lark Quinn on Jul 15, 2008 16:57:21 GMT -5
"Hell no." *She said, hiking her skirts unceremoniously and revealing petticoats that looked like they'd never seen a day of wear in their life. She fit her boot in the stirrup confidently, grabbed the horn and swung up with a deft grace, grinning down at him as the horse pranced under the new weight.*
"I mean, no thank you, sir." *She smiled brightly, looking quiet at home. After a moment, she arched a brow.*
"You just gonna watch?"
*She glanced to another stall with a grin.*
"Or you gonna try to keep up?"
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