Post by Deleted on Sept 23, 2014 16:35:48 GMT -5
The sun was shining with few clouds in the sky, the weather warming up considerably as the morning gave way to afternoon. Birds were going about their business, twittering about. The city of Lockewood was bustling as people went about their business. Children played and ran around, constantly monitored by their mothers. Yet Rowan Gardiner was oblivious to all of it. The man had been in the barns the whole day, and it wasn't likely to change anytime soon. So far he'd check on each horse personally, made sure they were fed and watered, groomed, and exercised. The mares and foals had been let out to stretch their legs in the paddocks and the stallions were being taken out for a run one at a time. The breeding stock was well cared for, and he was making sure of it personally.
But there were many other things for him to do, making sure they had hay and grain enough, seeing to the shoeing and trimming of their teeth, and the training of the young horses. His plan for the afternoon was to work with the yearlings, which were a little more advanced than the foals he'd worked with the day before. Then he'd have to work on the two year olds tomorrow if he had time, saddle training and maybe doing a little groundwork. So much to do, so little time. Yet he enjoyed every minute.
The younger Gardiner brother moved into his office, sorting through paperwork and adding notes to his notes. His life was completely wrapped up in the horses he cared for, and he wouldn't have it any other way. His brother would, of course, but Rowan wasn't interested in looking for a wife. He was interested in looking for the charts he'd been working on the previous day, and he set about in search of them, going through drawers, oblivious to anyone approaching.
@reed
But there were many other things for him to do, making sure they had hay and grain enough, seeing to the shoeing and trimming of their teeth, and the training of the young horses. His plan for the afternoon was to work with the yearlings, which were a little more advanced than the foals he'd worked with the day before. Then he'd have to work on the two year olds tomorrow if he had time, saddle training and maybe doing a little groundwork. So much to do, so little time. Yet he enjoyed every minute.
The younger Gardiner brother moved into his office, sorting through paperwork and adding notes to his notes. His life was completely wrapped up in the horses he cared for, and he wouldn't have it any other way. His brother would, of course, but Rowan wasn't interested in looking for a wife. He was interested in looking for the charts he'd been working on the previous day, and he set about in search of them, going through drawers, oblivious to anyone approaching.
@reed