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[jack_f_twist]

You know what's real strange to get used to as a girl than a fella?

(No, not that, though Jack couldn't admit in all honesty that he ain't a mite curious.)

Riding.  Riding is all kinds of weird, right now.  She's got Duncan out, and normally he can control the big horse just fine, but she has got a whole lot less sheer muscle strength to work with, and it takes some getting used to.

It's fun, though, and with a wild whoop, she sends the big brown horse thundering along the meadow paths, by the lake, long hair tossing in the breeze under the gleaming white hat Bar so generously gave her.

Riding ain't all she's got to practice, and she can be found, once Duncan is cooled down and groomed and given a scoop of grain to nibble at, outside by the wide-flung doors of the barn, lariat in hand, roping hay bales.

Just 'cause she's a lady at the moment and mostly out of the rodeo as a man doesn't mean she can't get some practice in, understand.

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[not_his_pa]

Her description of sheep is funny and he whinnies and paws the ground, its too dry out where he is for them.

Then he trots closer and tries to see if he can manage a sort of sketch of where he's from, but it doesn't really work.

[jack_f_twist]

"Hmm."

The sketch doesn't exactly work out (hooves not being ideal for creating detailed drawings), but she gets the idea, mulls it over as she slowly loops the rope back up.

"How 'bout I start listin places off, and you just whinny when I get to the right one?"

[not_his_pa]

That sounds much easier and he neighs at the idea before munching on some grass. He's hungry for different things in this shape.

[jack_f_twist]

She stares at that for a second, then shakes her head and gets down to it.

"Uh...Wyoming. Texas?"

Nothing.

"Montana. Colorado. Arkansas. New Mexico. Arizona."

[not_his_pa]

At the last one he whinnies and tries for a line, he's near the border with Mexico.

[jack_f_twist]

She's about to rattle off the others, starting with the Dakotas, but the horse stops her with a whinny, making her frown of concentration clear into a sunshiney grin in a flash of white teeth.

She's got no clue what the line drawn in the dirt might mean, but assumes it'll get cleared up sooner or later.

"Arizona, huh? I been once or twice, with the rodeo and then later on sellin tractors. You got land there?"

[not_his_pa]

He neighs and tries to shrug to show that its not a lot of land and its dry but its theirs.

[jack_f_twist]

Watching a horse try and shrug is a little like watching a dog trying to skate: it's bewildering, at best. Her brows furrow while she tries to piece together what that might mean, before she gives up, shrugs (a much easier motion), and shakes her head.

"Me, I'm from Wyoming, but lived in Texas the last few years. My daddy's plot up in Lightning Flat ain't much, but he sure holds on tight to it."

[not_his_pa]

William neighs, that's what its like for his family.

[jack_f_twist]

"You too, huh?"

She grins at that. "Well, I ain't much of a rancher, never was. Always wanted to just ride in the rodeo."

[not_his_pa]

His next neigh is questioning, rodeos aren't a way to make a living in his time.

[jack_f_twist]

"We-ell..."

She drawls it out, thumbs slipping into her belt, and shrugs, an easy roll of her shoulders.

"Ain't like it's precisely a good career choice, mind. If you're good, you can make all kindsa money ridin the bulls. Get put on TV, get endorsements from big companies want you to wear their clothes or use their stuff...but that's one in a million, bud. You're like me, you get too busted up too early on, and that's it."

[not_his_pa]

He neighs to try and get across that's not possible in his time, wild west shows maybe.

[jack_f_twist]

....Yeeeeah, they're really gonna have to chat sometime after all this, because Jack's not really getting much of, well...anything at all from those neighs.

Not that it stops her. It's take a hell of a lot more than a horse than can't talk back to get Jack to shut her trap.

"Sure is fun, though," she muses. "The crowds cheerin and clappin, the girls, the rush of the ride. Ain't nothin like it. Beats sellin tractors, anyday."

[not_his_pa]

William feels lost again, he doesn't know what a tractor is. Being a horse is fun but not good for talking.

[jack_f_twist]

She pats his shoulder, friendly. "Don't worry about it, bud. You come find me once you c'n talk again, and I'll tell you all about the rodeo. Name's Jack Twist; I ain't hard to find."

[not_his_pa]

He neighs and sort of nuzzles, nudges Jack in agreement, he will.

[jack_f_twist]

She grins, steadies herself against the nuzzling -- he might not be a big horse, but he's a whole lot bigger than her, and she's not so tall and strong as she used to be.

"Sounds good. In the meantime, hey." She digs in a pocket, holds something out. Something red, and shiny, that smells sweet in the hot air.

"Apple?"

[not_his_pa]

He neighs happily since apples are good and maybe they should give up on talking and just enjoy the day.

[jack_f_twist]

Sounds fair enough. She grins as the horse takes the apple, and keeps chatting, just nonsense stuff that Ennis would hate but that's good for keeping the two of them company. She throws a few more ropes, but in the end, it seems like as good an idea as any to lean against one, tip her hat down over her eyes, and take a snooze while her new friend continues exploring the paddock area.

Being a horse. Her mouth curves into a smile in the shade of her hat, and she shakes her head, slightly.

Imagine that.