Chapter 1

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IMPORTANT: THIS STORY WAS WRITTEN WHEN I WAS MUCH YOUNGER AND IS IN DIRE NEED OF EDITING! PLEASE DO NOT MEASURE MY WRITING ABILITIES BASED ON THIS STORY!
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The sun's first light wakes me up from my dreamless slumber. I look around and find that I'm sleeping in a tree- again.

It's been 2 months since I left Carter, but it seems like it's been longer.

Ezhno munches grass below me, and I whistle, catching his attention. He looks up at me, and let's out an excited whinny, before going back to eating J's grass.

I reach my arms up, stretch, and prepare for another day of running.

Within half an hours, I'm on Ezhno, riding away, without a destination.

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It's almost noon, when I come across a dirt road, where a sign sits on the corner. It reads: "Maple Ridge Ranch."

Intrigued, I ease Ezhno into a trot, and turn down the road. After a few minutes, the trees start to disappear and are replaced with beautiful, green pastures. Horses are scattered around, peacefully grazing and- well, being horses.

A large stable is the center of the place, so I head towards that. I dismount and tie Ezhno to a hitching post.

I start towards what appears to be the main office, and notice a 'Help Wanted' sign on the closed door.

I look closer, and notice the job description.

Wanted: Stable Hand and Help with Running the Inn. We are both a stable and an inn. People come here to take lessons, go on trail rides, and some people rent out one of our five cottages and stay here for a while.

Your Duties will include tacking, grooming, cooling down, and feeding horses, mucking stalls, guiding trail rides, helping in lessons, cleaning guest rooms, tacking luggage to cottages, and answering guest questions. See Corrine for details.

I could do that, right? But I have to negotiate a deal with them.

I guess I should find this 'Corrine.'

I knock on the office door, and

patiently wait for it to open.

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