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wandaluvstacos · 1 year

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THE ONLY SECONDS THAT MATTER

CHAPTER EIGHT IS UP!

Genre: Contemporary Romance Rating: 18+

Includes: Extensive horse nerdery + cowboys, mxm romance (1 trans + 1 cis), some discussion child abuse, some instances of trans/homophobia (it is rural Oklahoma, y'all), depression, occasional sex scene (but it’s a slow burn for sure)

Victor Ortiz-Bennett had some reservations about moving to Oklahoma, but his late aunt willed him a 70-acre horse farm, and he decides to fulfill his dream of running and operating his own training facility. Victor’s been around the reining horse show circuit for a while, and he’s ready to settle down, travel less, and spend more time with the horses he loves and away from the people he can do without. That is, until he picks up a horse at an auction with a bucking problem he can’t fix, and he has to take her to the one guy who can ride anything– Johnny Stearns, a retired professional rodeo rider.

Johnny Stearns is loud, chatty, eccentric, and fears nothing, exactly Victor’s opposite. However, Victor finds himself sinking into an odd friendship with this new foul-mouthed cowboy without a filter, diving deeper into the mess that is Johnny’s life until there’s no way to extract himself from it. Johnny may talk a tough game, but there’s more to him than he’ll let most people see. Victor knows getting in too deep will mean a rough ride, but if there’s anything Johnny’s taught him, it’s how to stay in the saddle.

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“You’re a good guy, Vic. You know that?” Johnny reached and wrapped a strong hand around Victor’s bicep and gave it a squeeze. “They don’t make many like ya.”

“I could say the same of you.”

“I’m a fuckin’ wreck.” Johnny pulled away and sighed, pulling a crumpled paper towel out of his jeans pocket to dab at his face. “My life’s a mess.”

“How so?”

“I’m a lil jealous of ya. The way you’ve got everything together. You’re so calm and cool. You know how many single guys at thirty have their life in order? One. You. That’s it.”

“I—that’s not true.”

“Every guy I know with his shit together is married. Us bachelors are fuckin’ losers. ‘Cept you, I guess.”

Victor had to laugh, even if he didn’t agree. “I don’t think you’re a loser.”

“Well, you don’t know everythin’ about me.”

“I know you were good enough at bronc riding to make a career of it. Not many can say that.”

Johnny chuckled. “Ain’t no sane man in rodeo, and every rodeo man you ask will tell ya the same thing. You don’t get on the back of a wild horse ‘less a bit of you wants to die. Happy men don’t do that. Happy men date their high school sweethearts and get jobs as… I dunno, plumbers.”

“I do think you’re crazy for riding rodeo. But I don’t think it makes you a loser.”

“Sure it does. Most people wanna have meaning in their life, they have kids or travel or fuck girls or whatever. Me? The only meaning I had was when I was on a bucking horse. Those eight seconds were the only seconds that mattered. It was the only time I felt…” He trailed off, blinking slowly. “Alive? Free? Somethin’. Didn’t need to be drugged up or nothin’ to feel high. It was the coolest feelin’ in the world. But you only get it for a few seconds. Then life is real again, and you’re getting’ trampled under the hooves of a twelve-hundred pound animal.” He squeezed his arms between his knees. “Too much of my life was spent chasing those eight seconds and tryin’ to forget all the rest of it. It caught up with me eventually.” He tipped his head as a way of gesturing to his facial scars. “Now I got nothin’. Spent all the money I made on medical bills and rehab, and I’m back to square one. Worse than square one. On square one I had my horse.”

“You have the other two.”

“Yeah. Can’t ride either of ‘em though. Lou’s got arthritis, and Captain had a shoulder injury that turned her into a pasture pet. Captain’s still young enough to breed, so maybe I should do that.” He sighed. “I love both of them, but ain’t no horse like Colonel. She was up there strugglin’ and kickin’ but when I showed up, she just… stopped. She trusted me. She—” His voice thinned out, and he sniffed. “She trusted me and I did her in.”

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youngststark · 5 years

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Like Fire and Rain (Stephen Strange x Reader)

Warnings: Swearing.

Summary:You’re Tony’s daughter, but you grew up in Colorado, in a ranch with your mother’s Family until they died in an accident and you inherit the ranch. You’re a cowgirl who goes to rodeos, doing barrel Racing, bronc riding, and stuff like that... And you want to start the Bull riding, one of the most dangerous categories in rodeos. And of course, your dad have no idea of your dangerous adventures, he just thinks that you work at the ranch. And someday you decide to visit him and meet his friends. That’s when everything starts to change.

A/N: This fanfic completely IGNORES Tony’s death. Ok? Ok. I’m not over it. It never happened.

Chapter 1. – Different worlds.

It was a rainy day in New York. When you arrived at the big city, everyone kept staring at you as if you belonged to another world... Well, of course, NY had LOTS of odd people but it was a rare thing to see someone with western clothes there.

Your dad texted you, saying that Happy would be waiting for you outside the airport, so you grabbed you baggage and went to look for him. Happy was leaned over the car, waiting for you while talking on the phone, probably with your dad.

- Yes boss, she’s right here. – Yep, it was your dad on the phone with Happy.

- Hey Happy! – You smiled and he hung up the phone.

- Hello there munchkin! Long time no see, huh?

- Tell me ‘bout it! – You took your hat off of your head and hugged him – Missed me?

- Of course! Always.

- Aww.

- Sooo, your dad told me that you graduated, congratulations! Now you’re a doctor!

- Yeah, an animal doctor – You laughed while Happy was putting your luggage on the trunk.

- Still a doctor! And Veterinarians aren’t assholes like the other kind of doctors. They’re always full of themselves. – He rolled his eyes and got in the car.

- I know! – You entered shotgun. – Let’s go! I want to meet everyone!

- And I’m sure everyone wants to meet you! So, how’s things back in Colorado?

- Oh... The same boring stuff – You lied. No one could know that you went to rodeos, not for now at least.

- I’ve heard you got a new horse.

- Yeah, his name’s Thunderbolt. He’s fast. I mean... REALLY fast.

- It must be great for trail riding.

- Oh yeah... Definitely...

Both of you chatted for a while until you guys finally got to the Avengers Base. It was quiet there, Tony had sent all the employees home, so it would be easier for you to settle in and meet everyone.

When you got off the car, you saw Tony waiting for you at the front door, and you couldn’t help yourself but running towards him and jumping on him. You loved your dad, a lot, and you missed him like crazy. But that caught him off guard and both of you ended up on the floor.

Steve helped you guys get up and introduced himself.

- Hello, I’m Steve Rog-

- Capsicle – You laughed ad he looked at you, confused. – I’m sorry, It’s just how my dad always calls you.

- I... Do not! – Tony glared at you while Steve stared at him. – Aaaaanyway, let’s meet the rest of the people, they’re inside. Come on. Cap will get your stuff. – Tony started to push you inside. – And what’s with all this clothes? I mean... We’re not in a farm, y’know.

- Dad, it’s my everyday clothes. – You shrugged.

- But... It’s so... Hillbilly. – Tony frowned.

- Dad!

- Okay, okay, I’m sorry sweetpea, but it’s what it looks like.

- Shut up.

Both of you laughed as you entered the living room, a few people were sitting there, even though you knew who they were, Tony introduced each one of them to you.

- This is Banner... Hulk.

- Hello Miss Stark – The giant green dude greeted you with a smile

- Oh call me (Y/N), please. – You smiled slightly.

- This is Clint

Clint stared at you for a moment but then smiled – I’m sorry, it just... Looks like I know you from... I don’t know.

- Maybe farm people just know each other – Tony laughed a little.

- Shut up – You and Clint spoke at the same time.

- You know you love me. Aaaanyway... The goth girl is Wanda.

- Tony... Come on. – She smiled at you and gave you a hug.

- The kid over there is Peter.

- Oh... Hi... Hello Miss Stark, it’s a pleasure to finally meet you, you look just like you dad, but prettier... I mean... You look awesome, I-

- Okay kid, she got it – Tony cut him off, because of course, he wouldn’t stop talking.

You laughed and waved at him.

- Well, the Viking over there is-

- Thor! – You spoke loudly. – I’m a huge fan of Norse mythology...

- It’s a pleasure, milady Stark. – He smiled at you and you blushed.

- Okay so you stay away from her. – Of course he was jealous.

- DAD!

- Just taking care of you, honey. And anyway, and finally the one sitting right there is Stephen. He’s a doctor but nobody cares.

- Thank you, Tony. – Stephen rolled his eyes, annoyed. And then proceeded to shook your hand. – Nice to meet you, (Y/N)

- It’s my pleasure – You smiled gently.

- So, I’ve heard you’re a doctor as well, huh? That young...

- I’m 25 and just graduated. I’m a veterinarian.

- Oh so not a real doctor huh?

- Excuse me? Oh for fuck’s sake– When you were about to say something, Tony dragged you away from Stephen.

- No need to start a fight, Strange.

- I’m just saying...

- Don’t mind him, honey, he’s mad because he can’t practice medicine anymore.

- It’s okay, I’m good.

- So, how’s the new horse?

- Oh, Thunderbolt is great! He’s a true Champion.

- Champion? You’re with him in some tournament?

- ...Oh no, I mean... He’s a natural, but I’ve never entered a tournament. I just... Know.

Stephen, Clint and Thor stared at you, they knew you were lying to Tony, but they didn’t know why nor about what.

- Okay, now that you’ve met everyone, I’ll help you settle in in your room, come on – Tony started to walk towards the bedrooms, and you simply shook your head and followed him.

Later, at dinner, everyone was quiet while Peter, of course, was talking about school. And then he changed subject outta of nowhere.

- So, (Y/N), there’ll be a rodeo next week, it’ll be in a few miles away from here, and maybe you could go with me? I don’t understand much about it and Mr. Stark doesn’t want to go with me.

- Oh of course, Peter, I’ll go with you. – You smiled

- We should all go. – Clint said. – It’ll be fun.

- There’ll be beer? – Thor asked.

- There always are. – You said.

- Then I’m in – The Viking smiled and you nearly choked with your food.

- I’ll pass – Stephen said, without even looking at anyone.

- Puss – You muttered.

- Excuse me?

- Oh I’m sorry, did I offend you? – You smiled sarcastically. – Of course you think you’re too good to be in a place like a rodeo, right?

- I just don’t think that people screaming on top of a horse if fun.

- Have you EVER been into a rodeo before?

- No, but I don’t have to-

- Then you’re a puss.

Tony laughed a bit as you continued to eat.

- Fine, I’ll go, and I’ll prove that it’s boring.

- Right.

After that, everyone at the table kept quiet, even Peter.

The next day you were the first to Wake up, you were used to it as you lived in a ranch, you has to Wake up early to feed the animals and clean the stables.

You were on your pj’s, with your hair all messed up, but you didn’t care that much, you went to the kitchen to make breakfast for everyone, you enjoyed cooking for other people.

After a while, Steve entered in the kitchen and offered to help you out.

- Oh don’t worry Cap, I can handle it. But you can Wake up everyone else if you want to.

- Of course, I’ll set the table for you

- Thanks Cap. And, have you seen my dad? He’s not in his bedroom.

- He probably slept on the lab. Again. – He sighed.

- I’ll make some extra Strong coffee just for him

- It’s a good idea.

A few minutes later everyone was at the table, eating the breakfast you made. Well, everyone except Tony.

- Where the fuck is he?! – You were trying to call him, but without success.

- And F.R.I.D.A.Y won’t tell us, I think he wanted to keep it as a secret. – Clint said with a mouthful.

- I swear to fucking God, I’m his daughter but he acts like a child, I’ll ki-

So everyone heard a car arriving, it was probably Tony.

- Miss Stark, your father wants your presence outside. – F.R.I.D.A.Y finally spoke.

- Fine. – You finished your mug of coffee and went outside, and everyone else followed behind, just a bunch of curious dudes.

Tony was outside with a brand new pickup truck, with a horse trailer behind.

- Don’t tell me that you bought a horse, dad. – You facepalmed.

- Of course I didn’t. I’ve bought three horses. And the truck. And the trailer.

- Why? Just... Why?

- It looks like he’s trying to make you stay with us. – Stephen rolled his eyes.

- Touché – Tony said.

- Dad, I don’t belong here... I’m just visiting...

- I can build a barn and buy some cattle... I can transform this place into a ranch! Just... Stay. Please.

- Stark, this is not a child’s play. This is the Avengers Base. You cannot just make it a ranch.

- Well, I own this place and if you’re not happy with it you can just go back to the Sanctum anytime you want.

Stephen rolled his eyes.

You were almost saying “yes”, just to annoy Stephen, but you didn’t knew if you would be able to stay away from your mom’s ranch.

- Dad, what I would do with my ranch and my animals?

- We can sell the ranch and bring your animals here, I don’t mind at all, but I love having you around.

- I will... Think ‘bout it, okay? I promise.

- Thank you, sweetpea. Now help me unload the horses.

- Have you ever thought where you’ll put them?

- No... But I’ll think about something.

- They need hay. And a stable.

- I’ll send them to a Club in town where they have stables and hire someone to build a stable right here.

- Dad... – You sighed.

- Don’t worry, I can handle it all.

- Still, I don’t know if I’m going to stay… As I said, I’ll think ‘bout it.

As you helped your father with the horses, Stephen stood away, just watching. He knew you were hiding something from Tony, and without knowing why, he wanted to find out.

Later that night you were all dressed up, you decided to go to the city to a bar and have some fun around.

- Don’t you think that you need someone to go with you? You don’t know the city and I don’t like the idea of you going alone.

- Don’t worry dad, I can take care of myself. And I don’t want anyone following me, got it? – You gave him a deadly glare.

- Yeah, got It… - He sighed and gave you some money. – Have fun and if anything happens, anything at all… Call me, alright? I’ll be there in a minute.

- I’ll be okay, dad. Relax.

- You’re all grown up…

- Don’t make me leave early because you started to get all sentimental.

- Me, sentimental? You wish.

- Yeah right

Both of you laughed.

When you left, you were driving carefully, following the GPS while listening to some music, you had no idea what kind of night that would turn out to be, but certainly, it would be fun.

#Stephen Strange x reader #Stephen Strange Imagine #Stephen Strange #Doctor Strange x Reader #Doctor Strange Imagine #Doctor Strange #Avengers Imagine #Marvel #Benedict Cumberbatch #Benedict Cumberbatch x reader #Country Girl #Iron Man #Tony Stark daughter #Horses #Rodeos

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positivewayhorsemanshipllc · 2 years

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KNOWING WHEN TO "FALL OFF" CAN BE THE DIFFERENCE IN STUPID PRIDE AND SAVING YOUR LIFE!

This story begins with a beautiful fall day. Myself and one of my students had finished our chores and decided this day would be a trail day.

"I'm not sure what lesson I have planned, but we have to take advantage of this day and go out." You'll see the irony in "her" response later... "We could do a lesson in tracking." We both laughed, mounted and started our ride.

Everything was perfect, the horses were getting out and we were enjoying the sensation of riding across the lands.

As most trail rides include, we trotted some, walked some, and cantered some too. It was all good! We were just having a nice ride!

Well, for some reason, on a turn, not unlike any other turn in the maze of open fields, Ritz acted up. I was not riding him, so I'm not sure how the moment began, but all of the sudden, here comes Ritz up behind us, (Cowboy and me) shacking his head and seeming playful. I didn't recognize any trouble, until his play sent Cowboy into a bucking bronco state of mind. All of the sudden I was in trouble! He had his nose between his knees and was executing, "real bucks"... Not just kicking up his heel, no, I'm talking all fours off the ground accompanied by the grunts and growls you hear a bronc make.

As a trainer, you ride bucks out in effort to teach them NOT TO, but lucky for me, this day, when I realized this was not a protest fit, this was instinct, I abandoned my "trainer" pride. I was riding the fit, trying to gain control, till two things happened. The tree we were heading for looked like it might be an issue and the moment I saw Ritz run by rider-less!

I was not in control, yet managing the cards I had just been dealt! BUT, knowing what I was riding was instinct triggered, I knew when a "loose horse" ran past us, my situation was about to get a whole LOT worse! Instinct would definitely kick in NOW!

I kicked out my feet and allowed myself to be ejected from the saddle!!! Then immediately ran back to check on my dazed but mostly concerned about her brand new iPhone having fallen out of her pocket, student. She was fine once she stopped stumbling, straightened her helmet and found her phone.

Once we were sure all was well, with no broken bones, we started our long journey back to the barn. Horses tend to "go home" when they lose us!

As we walked, we discussed the importance of my baling out, when Ritz ran by minus a rider. We imagined what certain parts, of that guaranteed runaway ride, would have been like and what injuries I definitely escaped!

We also kept track of the horses' path traveled by checking for and following hoof prints. The irony in the "tracking lesson" comment. Too funny.

The moral of this story, don't be a hero, despite your riding skill. Recognize horses, however well trained, do have a strong innate instinct to RUN if they perceive "danger" or following another horse yelling "fire!" Please know when to bale! You can brush off your pants and your pride, but at least you're alive.

There were many places where those two chose an unsafe path. Skid marks and clear leap marks continually confirmed for me that I was lucky and that a lesson was definitely to be learned here. I proved that even when your job might be to "break" horses from bucking fits, there comes a time to recognize the differences between disobedience, protest and pure raw instinct! I would likely still be recovering from that ride had I tried to be a hero!

Although, I sit here and act like, I was merely just being a good teacher... I completely recognize how lucky I am to have had the clarity of thought to bale! I could have froze. I could have lost all ability to think in that moment. I'm very lucky, and happy to be able to tell you about it!

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heartlandians · 6 years

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Reflection (Georgie/Jade), pt 2

Characters/pairing: Georgie and Jade Genre: Drama, romance Rating: T Synopsis: Georgie discovers new side of herself with Jade’s help.

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After a little spur at the field, both Georgie and Jade asked their horses to slow down so they could line up to the path way that would lead them to the forest.

“Trouble’s got some energy!” Jade commented when Georgie went first with Phoenix and Trouble almost bumped into his equine friend’s bum. She had to hold him back a little to create space between them.

The girl in front of her looked back on her saddle and smiled.

“I think he’s enjoying getting a little break from trick-riding,” Georgie said, “we’ve been training hard so we can impress Natalie. She’s looking into a new headliner now that Samantha is with the older girls, and I really want to beat Olivia."

“How’s the training going then?” Jade asked.

“It’s going well. Amy’s been helping me,” Georgie replied, “but the horses get a bit bored of it after a while, because it can get kind of repetitive. That’s why I decided it was time for a trail ride.”

“Well, I’m happy to help you whenever I can,” Jade offered. “It’s actually kind of nice to be able to stay in the saddle for more than six seconds, for once.”

Georgie hummed at Jade’s comment. She was a daredevil and liked speed and the adrenaline that it brought with it, but she could never do what Jade did with the rodeo school. It was funny to think that once upon a time she had had to teach Jade to ride so she could take part of the rodeo scene and impress some boy. Now she was a natural with horses and kicking the boys’ asses in bronc riding - and the guy she had tried to impress was no longer important to her as he had turned out to be a jerk.

There had been also another guy Jade had gotten competitive with; Clay. They had briefly dated, even if they had been at loggerheads all the time before that. Not too long after they had begun going out, had they already broke up. It had not really come as a surprise for Georgie as both Jade and Clay had too much temperament for things to ever work for the long-haul.

“You’ve heard from Clay?” Georgie asked casually.

The guy had said he’d be back again at spring - and now was spring - and he had wished to pick up where they had left of with Jade, but she had dumped him after he said that. Still, Clay and Jade getting together had been so surprising in the first place that Georgie wouldn’t have been surprised if he had gotten back and would have somehow found a way to sweep Jade off of her feet again.

Georgie wasn’t really familiar with the details because she didn’t like talking about Jade’s relationships with her - maybe she was fearing she’d lose her friend again if Clay ever showed up. Now that she too was single after breaking up with Adam, Jade’s role as her friend was bigger again.

“Thankfully, not,” Jade scoffed. “If he knows what’s good for him, he’ll stay in Texas.”

“So, I guess that means no hope for reconciliation...?” Georgie asked carefully.

“No way. Shouldn’t have gotten involved with him in the first place...” Jade could have almost shuddered from the thought of him now. “Always trust on your first impressions, kid.”

Georgie pursed her lips together, wondering if she should say anything, but before she knew it, the words already came out. “You don’t have to call me a kid anymore. I’m sixteen now.”

"Well yeah, maybe so, but... what else am I gonna call you? It’s your nickname, isn’t it?” Jade said, clearly fond of it because it was one she had picked for Georgie and used for years now with nothing but affection in her tone.

“Yeah, but I’m not a kid anymore,” Georgie said, evidently bothered by it.

Jade could tell that for some reason Georgie didn’t like it, so she wasn’t going to push it. Maybe it was part of her growth, getting rid of embarrassing nicknames, and she could respect that even if it meant that she had to let the name go.

“My dad used to call me peanut when I was little,” Jade suddenly recalled now that she got into thinking about embarrassing nicknames. “Huh... Can’t remember when that stopped.”

There was something nostalgic about remembering that, even though Jade didn’t really look back a lot of things with her father with that same feeling. He had his new, more important family - and probably another “peanut”, too.

“You can call me whatever you want,” Georgie said then because she had liked the fact that it had been a word Jade had picked for her, she just didn’t like what it implied. “Just not... kid, anymore.”

“Okay, well... let me think about it, okay?” Jade replied. She had not expected to be picking up a new nickname for Georgie, but now that she was, she wanted it to be good. “But first...” she said when they rode to another field from the woods, “I’ll race you to that tree.”

“Which tree?” Georgie asked, looking around. There were many trees to pick from and none of them looked that different from another to be special enough to be picked. But while looking, she could hear Jade clicking her tongue and giving Trouble a signal to go faster so they could get a head start. “Hey! That’s cheating!” she shouted before she gave Phoenix’s sides gentle kicks so they could follow.

Georgie heard Jade giggle evilly when she started reaching them and it was the perfect soundtrack to this type of moment; she almost felt like flying as the wind kept rattling her hair and the rhythm of Phoenix’s gallop pulled her with it while she kept going toward the unknown.

They exchanged glances when they were side by side, both having big grins on their faces as they were both very competitive and wanted to be the first. But at the same time, they both knew that in the end, it wouldn’t matter who would win as it was about having fun and nothing else.

After a while, it was time to slow down. They both pulled the reins and got their horses to trot and then eventually cool off.

“I won!” Jade declared happily.

“What are you talking about? Clearly, I won,” Georgie tried, out of breath even though Phoenix had done most of the work, but the excitement and the warmth of the spring day was making her body overheat.

“Okay, the way you caught up...” Jade said, catching her breath as well, “you impressed me. But let’s call it what it is; a tie.”

“Alright,” Georgie agreed. “I can live with that. Especially because you cheated and didn’t even give me any instructions!”

Jade crinkled her nose as she admitted that Georgie was right. “I knew you’d win if I wouldn’t play dirty. Even if Trouble is fast, Phoenix is like a lightning.”

“You’ll win next time...” Georgie promised, but immediately added, “maybe.” She had a mischievous smile on her face as she wasn’t to going to make it easy for her.

“Ha!” Jade laughed, steering Trouble down a little hill as Georgie followed. “Hey, why don’t we go the little stream and let the horses drink?” she suggested as the little creek opened in front of them. “I could walk around a little, too.”

Even if she loved the rodeo scene, Jade had to admit that trail rides were something she liked more than she realized. Being surrounded by the beauty of Alberta still took her breath away sometimes. She had never thought she would come to like the place and would always call Toronto her home, but here she was, living the cowgirl life and loving every single second of it.

“Yeah, sure. The boys love to play in the water,” Georgie said.

She had taken Phoenix and Trouble on trail rides here before with Amy and they usually took a little break by this creek. From the way Phoenix lifted his head and made his steps quicker, Georgie could tell that the horse was already looking forward to it. It made her smile as there was something adorably predictable about horses.

“Yeah... That’s right. We’ll take a break, boy,” she talked to the horse, petting his neck at the same time. The horse’s ears turn to listen to him, and she could sense how Phoenix understood what she was saying. It was a connection unlike she had ever experienced and something she never thought she could have.

#heartland #reflection #fanfiction

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deannawads · 6 years

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A new release for Kayla Jameth

Welcome Kayla Jameth to the website today celebrating her latest release Save A Horse Dive A Cowboy! K: Hello, Deanna! It’s a pleasure to be here again.

D: It’s good to see you. I understand you have a new release?

K: Yes, my latest is an m/m shifter story called Save A Horse Dive A Cowboy. I know that’s kind of a strange title, but it fits.

D: That is a crazy title. Do you have the blurb?

K: Sure, here is the blurb:

Blurb: Shep’s just your average all-American cowboy. He runs his own ranch and rides the occasional saddle bronc. Nothing special there. Unless you look too closely at his boyfriend. Descended from a long line of Native American mustang shifters, Charlie “Hoss” Running Horse is anything but average. When Coyote takes a shine to Shep, he decides that Hoss has got to go. With the theft of the medicine horseshoe that allows Hoss to shift from mustang to human, Coyote sets his evil plan to have his way with Shep in motion. Will Shep be able to save Hoss before it’s too late? Or will Coyote’s plan come to fruition?

D: When does the book come out?

K: Save a Horse, Dive a Cowboy goes live today, December 26th, just in time for anyone with a new Kindle to read it.

D: Can you tell us more about it?

K: The story takes place in New Mexico and centers on Shep, the cowboy, and his lover Charlie Running Horse. You guessed it, the horse shifter. The couple manages Shep’s family ranch. One day, Coyote sees them. When he takes a sudden shine to Shep, he decides he has to get Charlie out of his way. Realizing Charlie is a shifter, Coyote hits on a plan to trap him in his horse form. Shep uses all of his modern day options in an effort to free him from his fate.

D: Sounds great! Did you bring an excerpt?

K: Sure did!

Excerpt: They turned west, riding into the sunset. Well, soon enough it would be a sunset. Right now it was just really bright sunlight boring into Charlie’s eyes and obscuring his vision. He’d have to focus on the trail to avoid laming himself. Good thing he could rely on Shep to guide him around any real dangers. Dust puffed under his feet and settled on his legs. That and his dried sweat made him itch. He couldn’t wait to get in the shower. A sharp pain on his rump startled him into bucking and kicking. Shep shifted his weight forward and followed his every move. “Whoa, Hoss!” Charlie stopped so suddenly, he felt the horseshoe shift again. Just a deerfly. Now he felt like an idiot. Fortunately, horses couldn’t blush; although, he’d heard that rabbits could. He turned his head and met Shep’s eye, hoping to convey his apology, earning him another pat on the shoulder. “I’m okay. But it was good practice for saddle bronc riding. Should I enter this year?” He tossed his head and crow hopped, but didn’t budge Shep. He could have tried a little harder, really bucked; after all, his partner had a good seat. The horseshoe thumped against his hoof and he stopped. This business with the shoe was getting worrisome. A fly buzzed behind him again and this time he settled for swishing his tail. He hated the damn things. At least it wasn’t a horsefly. Those things were vicious. “Maybe you should use more of that fly repellant you call aftershave.” Haha… Charlie snorted and considered making Shep walk home. Shep shifted his weight forward. Charlie took the hint and set off. Clip, clop, clip, clop… The trip home always seemed to take longer than reaching their goal. Something dust-colored darted across his path. He threw his head up and reared, startling like some green-broke colt. His hooves struck the ground on either side of a quivering jackrabbit. The poor animal screamed and brushed against his fetlock as it made a dash for the scrub bordering the trail. A fluffy little bunny. How flipping embarrassing. He stood with legs braced, still snorting. His rib cage expanded and contracted spastically under the girth. “That was close. You didn’t hurt yourself, did you?” Shep slung a leg over and dismounted. He smoothed gentle fingers over Charlie’s legs and examined his hooves. “Other than the horseshoe, I think you’re fine.” Shep picked up a stone and tried to pound one of the nails back in. A partial success, but they both knew it would work its way back out again. His breathing slowed, but he could still feel the adrenaline burning in his veins. Maybe a lope would take the edge off. “Feeling better?” Shep scratched between his ears, calming them both. He nodded and gave a breathy sigh, nuzzling against Shep’s chest. Shep uncapped the canteen and took a few swallows. Then he took his hat off and smacked it against his leg, sending up a puff of dust. He poured water into his sweat-stained Stetson and held it up for Charlie. He drank the salty water in a few quick draws. Clapping the hat back on his head, Shep mounted. Once he had settled, Charlie took off at a lope. “In a rush to get home?” Charlie snorted and stretched out. He still had some relatively smooth flatlands before he reached the outcroppings. When the last of the frantic energy began to ebb, he dropped down to a jog, and then a walk. He felt a little better. More rocks littered the ground. Soon boulders took their place. He could see the stone outcroppings ahead. Shep’s deft hands on the reins helped him make his way through the maze where a stone bruise could leave him lame. Before they reached the outcroppings, a snake slithered out in front of him. The unmistakable buzz of a rattlesnake filled the air. Heat flushed his skin and then a chill filled his veins. What. The. Hell? He didn’t have room to jump the rattler. Once more he rose in the air, pivoted and came down outside the irate serpent’s strike range. “Back! Get away from it!” Shep shouted. Charlie agreed with him whole-heartedly. He started backing, ears flicking forward and then to his rider, trusting Shep to guide him with little movements of the reins. “Just like we practiced it for that reining class,” Shep encouraged. Yeah, they’d done this before. Nothing difficult, just tighter quarters and the risk of being lamed if he stepped wrong. “I’ve got you. I won’t let anything happen.” Shep spoke slowly and evenly, soothing the disquiet in Charlie’s soul. When they finally left the boulders behind, Charlie stood trembling. Shep dropped from his back and pulled his head into a hug. “I’m really starting to hate today.” He glanced around. “We’ll take the long way. I don’t want to risk anything else jumping out at us at this point.” Charlie sighed, but Shep was right. If they stayed in the open, nothing else should happen. If something did while they were cutting through the rocks, they could get hurt. Good thing Shep was a bronc rider or they’d have been in trouble today. “Thirsty?” When he nodded, Shep gave him the last of the water. They walked for a while, side-by-side, until Charlie stopped and looked pointedly at the saddle. “Are you saying I’m too slow?” He nudged the stirrup with his nose. If they kept on at this rate, it would be dark before they reached the ranch. Charlie hadn’t gone two strides when a roadrunner darted in front of him with… a coyote on its tail. Seriously?! I thought that shit only happened in cartoons. The coyote slowed and winked at him. Actually winked. Could this day get any weirder? “You’ve got to be shitting me!” The coyote circled Charlie and came up behind them, much closer than he liked. Coyotes usually left larger animals alone, but this one was acting strange. Could it be rabid? The slinking shadow took another step closer and Charlie cow-kicked. His horseshoe went flying. “Finally!” A voice he didn’t recognize shouted in triumph. The coyote snatched the glittering curve of metal out of the air and ran away. “Hey! We need that!” Shep tugged on the hackamore, whirling Charlie, and set heels to his flanks. Charlie didn’t even think about it, he jolted into a gallop. He had to have that horseshoe or he’d spend the rest of his life as a horse, slowly losing his humanity. Burdened with a rider, he couldn’t seem to catch up with the coyote. But stopping to offload Shep would only insure he wouldn’t overtake the damn thing. At least, this way he could keep the mangy beast within sight and see what it did with his horseshoe. He did manage to slowly gain on the coyote. If this went on long enough, he might catch up. Ahead, he could see the cenote coming into view. Was the coyote headed toward the sinkhole? He caught up with the coyote in time to watch his horseshoe arc into the air and splash into the water. The coyote grinned and disappeared into the brush with a flick of its tail. Abso-fucking-lutely unbelievable.

Rainbow Award winning author, Kayla Jameth grew up on the family farm in Ohio. An unrepentant tomboy, she baled hay, raised cattle, and her father taught her to weld before she graduated from high school. She attended Cleveland’s Case Western Reserve University and later, Texas A&M University in her pursuit of veterinary medicine, taking her far away from her rural roots. But it wasn’t all hard work for her, her sojourn as the princess of the Celestial Kingdom left her with the title “Sir” and a costume closet the envy of many knights, lords, and ladies. After declaring for years that she was not an author, Kayla now finds herself writing m/m erotic romance outside of Houston, Texas. While you can take the girl out of the country, you can’t turn her into a city slicker. Kayla would still rather be outside getting down and dirty with the boys. She shares a full house with her favorite animals: a dog, a cat, three guinea pigs, as well as her husband, son, and daughter.

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positivewayhorsemanshipllc · 6 years

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KNOWING WHEN TO "FALL OFF" CAN BE THE DIFFERENCE IN STUPID PRIDE AND SAVING YOUR LIFE!

This story begins with a beautiful fall day. Myself and one of my students had finished our chores and decided this day would be a trail day.

Everything was perfect, the horses were getting out and we were enjoying the sensation of riding across the lands.

As most trail rides include, we trotted some, walked some, and cantered some too. It was all good! We were just having a nice ride!

Once we were sure all was well, with no broken bones, we started our long journey back to the barn. Horses tend to "go home" when they lose us!

We also kept track of the horses' path traveled by checking for and following hoof prints. The irony in the "tracking lesson" comment. Too funny.

#positivewayhorsemanshipllc #naturalhorsemanship #horsewhisperer #horsemanship #horses #ridinghorses #lessons

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