Post by boyd on Nov 13, 2012 18:56:29 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style,background-image: url(); width: 380px; border: 10px solid #111111; padding: 10px; border-radius: 0 30 0 30;][STYLE=width: 100px; height: 100px; padding: 5px; border: 1px dashed #111111; float: left; margin: 0 5 5 0;][/style][STYLE=font-family: tahoma; font-size: 8.5px; text-align: justify; color: #FFFFFF;] In the quiet of an autumn morning, fog surrounded Stone Bridge as if its mission was to cover the fact that Erik was home. Where the land used to be full of activity with doors sliding open, stall gates unlatching, hooves rhythmically hitting the ground, & workers renewing the cycle of life on this land. Now in the early morning fog it was silent: Expect Man O' War. Erik's trusty thoroughbred. Erik's and Wars bond was amazing and not only that but War brought a lot of money in with his pedigree with studding. Because the other horses were being shipped slowly back from Texas, Erik had only brought War and Fair Play back to Dynasty, Rhode Island with him. War was comfortable in his stall well fed and probably going to be groomed in less then twenty minutes by the farms groomer if Erik didn't get out there to do his early morning routine. The only sound you could hear was War whinnying loudly to Fair play who was walking the farms race track with her jockey. Erik's warm feet hit the wooden floors of his master bedroom as he slipped out of bed to start walking to the balcony that over looked the track. Clad in blue jeans he watched as Fair Play made a full circle before turning around to find a crisp clean black sleek fitted button down shirt that would fit nicely onto his upper body. He didn't know what made him move back to Dynasty, Rhode Island but he was happy to be back on the grounds of Stone bridge. He had enjoyed his other place down in Texas but being in the North Beach District life was a lot easier. He would have to fill an application for a spot in the hospital but he wasn't worried about that. He was worried about bringing life back onto this farm. Of course the maids kept the three houses in shape, clean, and alive. The farm manger kept the track, stables, padlocks, and etc. Up to standers but he needed to start breeding and hoping to hit the money maker from one of his Studs. Did he need money? No. With his contacts with the Mob and his own smarts he could settle down with some hot fuck and be a happy camper until he died. Looking at the full length mirrors in his bathroom he spiked his black hair up with a tiny bit of gal. The red scratches on his chest from the little whore he had pinned up against the bathroom sink with her hair wrapped in one hand and her pretty long legs wrapped around his waist was fresh from last night. He had a sexual appetite to fill. Could anyone blame him? Hell no. He had a list of things to do today before he could travel into the town and maybe pick up another bitch or maybe fill his oats on another chick with a short skirt in a dark alley way. He had to contact the Veterinary Technician, Assistant Manager, Stallion Administrator, and his Certified Public Accountant. But first he was going to go for a ride! Slipping on his black English riding boots and traveling down the stairs, through the hallway of ceiling tall windows, out the front door, and down the path to Wars stall. By the time he was half way there his blue jeans had fallen over the English boots, His sleeves were rolled up over his elbow and all he could think about was the plans he had for War, He wasn't worried about Fair Play, another horse he was deeply bonded with. She was set up nicely with the jockey doing her morning work out and Erik didn't plan on breeding her just yet. The first barn had modern heated facility with 22 - 14' X 14' stalls, automatic Waters, tack room, laundry room, feed room, hay room, vet room, wash stalls, trainers office and managers office overlooking the arena. He knew the horses, Mangers, Trainers, and everyone involved with this was spoiled. He made sure the barns were heated by 2 oil-fired boilers supply hot water radiant heat that also attached to the 102'-148' riding arena with 6' tapered wall, "Ride-Rite" surface Three 21' wide ceiling fans, high output lighting; auxiliary propane generator 8000+ bale hay storage; fire monitoring system with automatic call-in alert. He knew everyone was safe, happy, warm, cool, and pleasant. Just because they were animals didn't mean they didn't have feelings too. Erik had a soft spot for horses but he rarely showed any of that with his mobbing, Doctoring, or running the show of his racing company. He had a Second floor luxury apartment overlooking the training tracks for another trainer but until he filled that position he might just rent it out to someone wanting one of those silly 'ranch vacations' expect this time it would be 'Track' vacations. Dude ranches didn't have all the fun! With breeding, winning stakes being high, and all the training he was sure he could find someone interested in paying for a room and being a guest on the farm. Where they would see tons of winning studs, Upcoming winner circle foals, and the best pedigrees in New England! He was excited for winter, With the covered turned out pens with automatic heated Waters he wasn't worried about the horses not settling in. They would be well treated for. He was worried about them traveling back up here from Texas but a little money spoke a long way. Finally reaching Wars stall he grinned when the horse greeted him with a nudge at the his stall door. War was always impatience to get out for his morning run. He eyed Wars body and glared a little bit when he noticed that War wasn't covered in his normal filth. " I see the Groomer got a hold of you before I did eh boy?" Sliding the stall open he grabbed wars halter when the stallion tried pushing his way out. Erik always enjoyed grooming War, but today that wasn't going to happen until after their run. Bending over to grab the Soft grooming brush from the groom bucket that was attached to the stalls wall in front of every door he lead War over to the cross ties. War stomped his foot and snorted. He was feisty. "Hold on boy" Erik mumbled to his horse. Grooming over the stallions body to just make sure their ride was going to be comfortable before leaving the stallion on his own for one second to grab the English tack. When he was finished tacking War he dropped the cross ties from the bridle, Mounted him up right there, and rode out the barn. Enjoying the cool crisp air of the morning he relaxed. Erik loved the feeling of a strong horse under him. He might love it more then he loved a female under him! He knew he would need to get War out of here before the stallion decided to be a little nutt case and take off. Riding past the second barn and out the gate of the farm. He looked between Wars ears "Do not crap on my drive way" with a pat on his neck. After awhile of traveling down the long drive way he waved to his guard to open the gate. He didn't need too. Day two of being here and the guard was smart enough to figure out this was going to be his daily thing in the morning. He loved when those well built gates opened up. He remembered being a child and looking inside gates like his own wishing he lived in a grand house like he did now. War took no time in running down the road away from the farm. That was another reason why Erik loved this farm because of the deserted road. Nothing but trees, his fields, and the random animal was seen on here. You had the random car but at this time it was unusual. Erik was comfortable in the gallop War had them in. If anyone noticed these two they would know this horse was worth millions by just looking at him. Never mind the Logo on Erik's personal gear. Erik would be shocked to find anyone up near his farm. Yes they had paved roads but why would anyone want to come out this way? Words:1407 [/style] |