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Taylor’s POV-
“Our final riders in the ring, Taylor Kensington and her stallion Danger Lane. One of the few riders who made it into the jump off for the 1.40 jumper classic.”
I keep Archie at a walk before the bell is rung then I ask for a smooth canter. There was a lot of pressure on me to win this. The top riders in Canada were watching me right now, heck I was competing against most of them!
I put that thought to the back of my head as we approach the first fence of the course, a big oxer. Clearing it effortlessly we continue onto the double. Archie makes it feel easy. As we approach the next few jumps I could feel something was off but I ignored it and kept going. As we were heading to the final jump, a large triple bar, Archie gave some resistance but I just kicked him on.
As his front legs start into the air, his hind legs buckle under him and he slides right into the jump. And from there I don’t remember anything but barely being able to breathe, all sounds muffled and my vision slowly fading away.
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“That was selfish of you! He was showing obvious signs of not wanting to jump but you were more worried about winning the class over your own horse’s welfare! He has a torn tendon in both his back legs!” Dad yells.
“If I had stopped then you would’ve been mad at me because ‘oh Ian Miller is watching-” I rebuttal.
“Don’t try to play the victim Taylor. When this horse gets better, your sister will be taking over riding him and you can find and pay for your own damn horse!” Dad then storms out of the hospital room.
I had woken up from my seven day coma just an hour ago and I was already dealing with this. I never meant for the crash to happen. I should’ve been thinking about Archie though, he was off since the minute I loaded him in the trailer but I was too focussed on trying to impress so and so.
A few days later I was released from the hospital with countless injuries but at least there were no broken bones.
Dealing with my family twenty four seven was not my cup of tea so I started looking for a job. And the options were quite limited. I could work as a lawyer? I barely even got my high school diploma so that’s a pass. An oil field worker, um don’t think that’ll work. Therapist, nah I’d rather stay mentally sane. Tack store worker, ok that could work. Ranch hand, oh that could definitely work!
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It had been almost a miracle that I came across a page on facebook, a horse rescue page. Dedicated to saving horses. And they had quite a few available, for dirt cheap.
So I took my truck and trailer and drove about twenty minutes away to this beautiful property. There was a small barn, an outdoor arena and pastures for days.
I met the owner of the place who was named Rhonda, and she began leading me around and introducing each horse as we walked by. Then I saw this one, a flaxen chestnut, absolutely majestic.
“Who’s this one?” I ask.
“Oh that one isn’t worth your time. She’s past saving.” Rhonda replied.
“No, tell me more about her.”
“To be honest, I barely know anything about her myself. Can’t even get close to her without her running away.”
“The scar, did she come with that?”
“Yep, had her for about eight months now. Too mean to even be a pasture buddy. Had every trainer I know try to fix her but she just doesn’t want to be fixed. Planning on having the vets out sometime this month to euthanize her.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Let’s just love onto the next one.” Rhonda began walking away but instead of following her I walk over to the fence of the mare’s pen and climb in. I slowly approach her, closely watching her body signals. She was scared.
“It’s alright girl. I’m not gonna hurt you.” I reach my hand out and allow her to sniff it. I take a cookie out of my pocket and offer it to her. She carefully takes it.
“What are you doing in with that horse!” Rhonda exclaims.
“I’ll take her.”
“No you are not.”
“Just give me a price. Whatever it is I’ll pay it.”
“She’s mean, she’ll try to kill you and you’ll come running to blame it on me.”
“She’s not mean!”
“Oh so you’re one of these horses whisperers in every horse movie where they just say a horse is misunderstood. Well sorry to crush your dreams but you aren’t. I know who your family is, the only thing this horse is worth to you is glue.”
“You don’t understand! I’m not like them!”
“Your kind doesn’t last long here.”
“My kind? So it’s all the sudden my fault that I was born into a rich family, raised with a golden spoon in my mouth, betrayed by my own parents and now-”
“Go trauma dump to someone else. Why don’t you import another horse from Europe. Now get away from my horse or else I’ll have to call the police.”
“You’re gonna kill the horse anyways so what does it matter to you who wants the horse. So much for a horse sanctuary. Wanting to kill one of your perfectly good horses just because-”
“Enough! I’ve got a shot gun in my truck right there and I’m not afraid to use it.”
“Go ahead, and my lawyer will arrest you and take away all of this!”
“Oh honey, you really are new here. Haven’t you heard about Garth Wilder? Everything is getting blamed on him, including suicides.”
“You know what, fine. This isn’t the last time you will be seeing me Rhonda!” I storm back to my truck. Oh I was getting her caught, no doubt about that but I needed someone a little more, intimidating.
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I stopped in town to get some lunch and maybe find someone to help me and just my luck I found just the guy. John Dawson, the man who my sister had gotten her horse Hex from. “So this lady claims to be a horse rescuer but wants to kill one of the horses?” John asks.
“I’ve read some stuff and she has close connections to Garth Wilder? Who is that?” I ask.
“Oh that is one man you do not want to mess with. He is dangerous.”
“I’d think putting her in court would be the best option but you don’t really seem like that type of person so what’s a better plan?”
“Don’t worry I’ll deal with it. I do ask something in return though.”
“What is it?”
“If you could help out at my ranch for a little bit. Everyone’s out of town for Easter and there is far too much to do for my son, my daughter and I to handle.”
“Yeah sure, I ain’t got anything better to do anyways. Here’s my phone number.” I scribble onto a piece of paper. “When woukd you like me to start?”
“As soon as possible.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Sure.”
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I came home without saying anything to my parents. If they knew what I had been doing today, they would’ve been pissed. I got in my pyjamas and went to bed early.
The next morning I got dressed in a pair of jeans I had picked up early, a tank top and some boots. Luckily my family had gone to church so I wouldn’t be caught leaving the house like this.
I went downstairs and grabbing a granola bar. “What the heck? What are you wearing Taylor?” My sister, why was she still here.
“I’m wearing clothing suited to this area.” I replied.
“But why? Those boots look atrocious!”
“Look Zoe I’ve got to go. See how long your Gucci lasts out here.” I grab the keys to my truck and head outside.
The sun was shining, it felt like summer out right about now. I drove a few minutes down the road before I pulled into John’s ranch. Rusty Creek Ranch. I stopped in front of the barn where I saw a girl just about my age tacking up a beautiful appaloosa stallion.
“You must be Taylor? I’m Cheyenne.” She greets me.
“Where do I start?” I ask.
“Well that mare you were looking at yesterday is in that paddock over there and all the other horses have already found their homes. They all were stolen but we can’t track that mare.” Cheyenne replied.
Of course the first thing I did was walk over to the paddock and greet the mare. She seemed completely different. Her whole body wasn’t tense, her eyes had softened. She walked straight over to me and I greeted her. I knew she was the one, I just knew it.

Can’t believe that this storyline already has 30 parts! And just a little note, all the collabs I’m doing with others will take place before this part of my storyline.

Description
Taylor’s POV-
“Our final riders in the ring, Taylor Kensington and her stallion Danger Lane. One of the few riders who made it into the jump off for the 1.40 jumper classic.”
I keep Archie at a walk before the bell is rung then I ask for a smooth canter. There was a lot of pressure on me to win this. The top riders in Canada were watching me right now, heck I was competing against most of them!
I put that thought to the back of my head as we approach the first fence of the course, a big oxer. Clearing it effortlessly we continue onto the double. Archie makes it feel easy. As we approach the next few jumps I could feel something was off but I ignored it and kept going. As we were heading to the final jump, a large triple bar, Archie gave some resistance but I just kicked him on.
As his front legs start into the air, his hind legs buckle under him and he slides right into the jump. And from there I don’t remember anything but barely being able to breathe, all sounds muffled and my vision slowly fading away.
**************************************
“That was selfish of you! He was showing obvious signs of not wanting to jump but you were more worried about winning the class over your own horse’s welfare! He has a torn tendon in both his back legs!” Dad yells.
“If I had stopped then you would’ve been mad at me because ‘oh Ian Miller is watching-” I rebuttal.
“Don’t try to play the victim Taylor. When this horse gets better, your sister will be taking over riding him and you can find and pay for your own damn horse!” Dad then storms out of the hospital room.
I had woken up from my seven day coma just an hour ago and I was already dealing with this. I never meant for the crash to happen. I should’ve been thinking about Archie though, he was off since the minute I loaded him in the trailer but I was too focussed on trying to impress so and so.
A few days later I was released from the hospital with countless injuries but at least there were no broken bones.
Dealing with my family twenty four seven was not my cup of tea so I started looking for a job. And the options were quite limited. I could work as a lawyer? I barely even got my high school diploma so that’s a pass. An oil field worker, um don’t think that’ll work. Therapist, nah I’d rather stay mentally sane. Tack store worker, ok that could work. Ranch hand, oh that could definitely work!
**************************************
It had been almost a miracle that I came across a page on facebook, a horse rescue page. Dedicated to saving horses. And they had quite a few available, for dirt cheap.
So I took my truck and trailer and drove about twenty minutes away to this beautiful property. There was a small barn, an outdoor arena and pastures for days.
I met the owner of the place who was named Rhonda, and she began leading me around and introducing each horse as we walked by. Then I saw this one, a flaxen chestnut, absolutely majestic.
“Who’s this one?” I ask.
“Oh that one isn’t worth your time. She’s past saving.” Rhonda replied.
“No, tell me more about her.”
“To be honest, I barely know anything about her myself. Can’t even get close to her without her running away.”
“The scar, did she come with that?”
“Yep, had her for about eight months now. Too mean to even be a pasture buddy. Had every trainer I know try to fix her but she just doesn’t want to be fixed. Planning on having the vets out sometime this month to euthanize her.”
“You can’t do that.”
“Let’s just love onto the next one.” Rhonda began walking away but instead of following her I walk over to the fence of the mare’s pen and climb in. I slowly approach her, closely watching her body signals. She was scared.
“It’s alright girl. I’m not gonna hurt you.” I reach my hand out and allow her to sniff it. I take a cookie out of my pocket and offer it to her. She carefully takes it.
“What are you doing in with that horse!” Rhonda exclaims.
“I’ll take her.”
“No you are not.”
“Just give me a price. Whatever it is I’ll pay it.”
“She’s mean, she’ll try to kill you and you’ll come running to blame it on me.”
“She’s not mean!”
“Oh so you’re one of these horses whisperers in every horse movie where they just say a horse is misunderstood. Well sorry to crush your dreams but you aren’t. I know who your family is, the only thing this horse is worth to you is glue.”
“You don’t understand! I’m not like them!”
“Your kind doesn’t last long here.”
“My kind? So it’s all the sudden my fault that I was born into a rich family, raised with a golden spoon in my mouth, betrayed by my own parents and now-”
“Go trauma dump to someone else. Why don’t you import another horse from Europe. Now get away from my horse or else I’ll have to call the police.”
“You’re gonna kill the horse anyways so what does it matter to you who wants the horse. So much for a horse sanctuary. Wanting to kill one of your perfectly good horses just because-”
“Enough! I’ve got a shot gun in my truck right there and I’m not afraid to use it.”
“Go ahead, and my lawyer will arrest you and take away all of this!”
“Oh honey, you really are new here. Haven’t you heard about Garth Wilder? Everything is getting blamed on him, including suicides.”
“You know what, fine. This isn’t the last time you will be seeing me Rhonda!” I storm back to my truck. Oh I was getting her caught, no doubt about that but I needed someone a little more, intimidating.
**************************************
I stopped in town to get some lunch and maybe find someone to help me and just my luck I found just the guy. John Dawson, the man who my sister had gotten her horse Hex from. “So this lady claims to be a horse rescuer but wants to kill one of the horses?” John asks.
“I’ve read some stuff and she has close connections to Garth Wilder? Who is that?” I ask.
“Oh that is one man you do not want to mess with. He is dangerous.”
“I’d think putting her in court would be the best option but you don’t really seem like that type of person so what’s a better plan?”
“Don’t worry I’ll deal with it. I do ask something in return though.”
“What is it?”
“If you could help out at my ranch for a little bit. Everyone’s out of town for Easter and there is far too much to do for my son, my daughter and I to handle.”
“Yeah sure, I ain’t got anything better to do anyways. Here’s my phone number.” I scribble onto a piece of paper. “When woukd you like me to start?”
“As soon as possible.”
“Tomorrow?”
“Sure.”
**************************************
I came home without saying anything to my parents. If they knew what I had been doing today, they would’ve been pissed. I got in my pyjamas and went to bed early.
The next morning I got dressed in a pair of jeans I had picked up early, a tank top and some boots. Luckily my family had gone to church so I wouldn’t be caught leaving the house like this.
I went downstairs and grabbing a granola bar. “What the heck? What are you wearing Taylor?” My sister, why was she still here.
“I’m wearing clothing suited to this area.” I replied.
“But why? Those boots look atrocious!”
“Look Zoe I’ve got to go. See how long your Gucci lasts out here.” I grab the keys to my truck and head outside.
The sun was shining, it felt like summer out right about now. I drove a few minutes down the road before I pulled into John’s ranch. Rusty Creek Ranch. I stopped in front of the barn where I saw a girl just about my age tacking up a beautiful appaloosa stallion.
“You must be Taylor? I’m Cheyenne.” She greets me.
“Where do I start?” I ask.
“Well that mare you were looking at yesterday is in that paddock over there and all the other horses have already found their homes. They all were stolen but we can’t track that mare.” Cheyenne replied.
Of course the first thing I did was walk over to the paddock and greet the mare. She seemed completely different. Her whole body wasn’t tense, her eyes had softened. She walked straight over to me and I greeted her. I knew she was the one, I just knew it.

Can’t believe that this storyline already has 30 parts! And just a little note, all the collabs I’m doing with others will take place before this part of my storyline.