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Floyd Enid Huntington (thebestmucker) wrote in oldwest_rpg,
@ 2008-05-27 18:42:00

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floyd huntington, robert mackenzie

Who: Floyd Huntington and Robert MacKenzie
Where: Donovan Stables and Horse Farm
When: May 27, 1867 - Early Evening (After Floyd's off the clock)
Status: Incomplete
Summary: Shortstack's hurt and it's more then Floyd's little hands can handle.

Well it had been an eventful day hadn't it? Just before Floyd was ready to pack up and head home for the day it had happened. Something had spooked the horses in the pasture good and proper and Floyd's pony being the smallest had almost gotten trampled by the others in all the commotion, that had been grazing with her. Having nowhere to go but in to the fence, the small mare broke right through and ended up getting her herself a nasty cut on side from one of the boards of wood that had snapped in half under her weight.

Floyd, who had come just around the corner, watched her horse fall through the fence and took off running. She knew that Shortstack was likely to bolt now that the fence wasn't in her way but she wouldn't go far. The other horses though, well, Floyd wasn't about to take the chance with Eli's stock. They were his livelihood, and in turn hers. After about forty five very long and hard worked and running around minutes, Floyd managed to round up the horses that had a small adventure in amongst the area of the stables and pasture and had patched up the fence well enough so that they'd be safe, at least for the evening, and she could fix it up good and proper tomorrow. She hadn't even gotten a chance to look over Shortstack until later and noticed the laceration on her side. She winced, apologizing profusely to her baby and brought her inside to wash out the wound.

While the young woman had lots of practice with these sorts of things, she still worried about it. It was deeper then what she'd dealt with before and she was sure some of her home grown remedies weren't going to work this time. Sometimes you just had to ask for help. She was sure she'd be able to afford it, having saved up a fair bit of money every pay day from her earnings, but still Vet bills were expensive, and Floyd was just a stable hand. Sending one of the other stable hands with word to Robert, Floyd waited with Short stack in the barn, sitting on the floor with her Shortstack's soft muzzle in her lap, just gently petting.

Floyd began to sing one of her horse's favorite songs, a camp fire country song that she'd heard as a little girl from her sister's. She sang, in her twangy accent to her pony quietly, but loud enough that it settled a lot of the other horses that were in their stalls resting for the evening. She could hear the small baby colt that had been born only a little while ago whinny down the way and it made her smile. Robert would be along soon, she told herself.

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robertmackenzie
2008-05-31 09:00 pm UTC (link)

The stablehand from Eli's stables luckily caught Robert at a slow time. With no one on the docket ahead, he made his way quickly to the Donovan stables, ducking his head into the stable with his bag in tow. The sound of singing told him right off which stablehand had really needed him. While all horse breeders seemed to have the tendency to speak to their horses, and a smaller number of them seemed genuinely surprised when they didn't speak back, Eli was not one to sing to the horses.

"Floyd?" he called out, rounding the corner. "What's the matter, lass?"

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thebestmucker
2008-05-31 10:15 pm UTC (link)

Floyd wasn't much like anybody though, and she didn't mind that so much, especially in a family of eleven, now ten, girls, you had to be able to stick out. And she did. She was the only one with a boys name. She was shorter then everybody else, and rounder, and had brown hair while the other's seemingly were mostly blondish of some variety. Yes, Floyd stuck out, but that didn't seem to bother her in the very least. Besides, Floyd liked being special. Just didn't like it when people thought she was special in the head.

"Over in the last stall there Doc." She called interrupting her song and then continued to sing. Shortack wasn't so pleased she'd gone and interrupted herself and her ears flicked towards the sound of the oncoming stranger. She knew Robert, perhaps not just by voice though yet. There had been little wrong with her over the last few months that Floyd had owned her.

Floyd felt very guilty her baby was hurt. She always felt guilt when one of the animals around her got hurt needlessly. Floyd loved animals and that's probably why she'd taken a shine to Doctor Robert, at least, that's what she called him, not out of disrespect but Floyd had different names for everybody, because his life was dedicated to animals. It was nice to see that. When he approached the stall she was currently sitting in she looked up, way up at him from the floor. "Thanks for comin' hope you weren't busy or nothin'."

	robertmackenzie 2008-06-03 01:43 am UTC (link)
	"No, lass, no walking," Robert continued, dipping into his bag for the bandages. "Don't want the cut to reopen... what do you mean, distracted?" he asked, shifting his attention to her for a moment. "Is there something wrong?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	robertmackenzie 2008-06-04 01:17 am UTC (link)
	Something wasn't quite right about this, but Robert couldn't put his finger on it. Not yet. "So she's made up real pretty with brown hair," he mused. "And she's not one of the whores. We're narrowing it down quite nicely here," he chuckled. "What else can you tell me about her?" (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	thebestmucker 2008-06-04 03:37 am UTC (link)
	"I told you Doc, I haven't talked to 'er yet. Can't tell much just by walkin' by can I?" She said shaking her head. "She's new though to town, I'd say within the last coupla months. And she must know some one 'round because she's not up at the boardin' house." Floyd replied. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

	robertmackenzie 2008-06-08 08:05 pm UTC (link)
	Robert nodded. He lifted his bag and tilted his head to Floyd. "You keep an eye on her, he instructed. But with a bit of rest and some care, there shouldn't be any permanent damage. Let me know if there's anything else she needs. Have a good evening, Floyd." (Reply to this) (Parent)