Sean Cassidy (sonicsurfer) wrote in after_the_fall, @ 2011-08-05 00:54:00 |
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Entry tags: | firstclass!sean, other!julian, other!julian-ex |
Julian
The trails were there for safety. Nice, scenic trails. Peaceful and serene. Which was why Sean never used them. He'd grown up in ranch country. Long stretches of land that went on forever and nothing but the cattle and the sun to out distance. He'd loved spending time with his Grandfather. Loved time in the saddle.
He was also glad that the horses were communal and someone had had the sense to stable a few with length and real spirit. Probably for the more advanced riders, which was just fine with him. A long run, a shared spirit, and plenty in the way before the break out always relaxed him.
He'd seen to the stallion before heading back toward the mansion. Tugging his shirt over his head, he tossed it over one shoulder and dragged his hat lower over his face, pausing when he passed the pool.