Kibõ no Kizashi: Chapter 1
Kibõ's Pov:
"Momma how come we don't live in the city?" I asked, my long brown hair brushing against my face.
"Them city folks wouldn't accept us Kibõ, you must understand that..." My mother, who sat behind me, answered as she pulled my brown hair up and into a high ponytail.
"But we share this world mom...it's not fair to discriminate the city folks and the country folks" I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest.
"life's not fair Ki, now I'm finished with your hair so go find your father he should be over at Laramies house..." My mother commanded me.
"O-okay..." I stuttered out, walking out if the kitchen and onto the porch, the mesh on the fence keeping the bugs out only, not the wind.
Making my way out onto the pathway, I walked towards the street that seemed oh-so-far away from our cottage, I look into the fenced in field, our three horses gnawing on some grass, my horse being the black, white, and bay Tennessee walking horse that I named Slovek (Sl-awe-ve-k). My mothers horse was a pure white Arabian named Folly (F-a-lly), and my fathers was a dark brown mustang named Indy. It was my mothers idea to get horses, saying that we have all this land and not having anything to take up that space.
"Tch!" I clicked my tongue, all three horses looking towards me, Walker trotted towards me, his head bouncing up and down, his black mane flowing to the left side of his face.
"Atta boy Slovek...Let's get you tacked up and ready to go" Grabbing his halter, I made my way fowards the old barn. Attaching his halter to a lead rope, I grabbed his giant black and white western tack saddle, doing up the billet straps (The part that goes under the belly), grabbing the reins and attaching them to the halter, I untied it from the lead before turning him towards the barn door, lightly kicking the stirrups to the Slovek's side he went into a gallop.
Galloping down the dusty street Slovek and I made our way towards the neighbours house where my dad was, probably working in the garage with Laramie Ore, he was around 45 years old, dark brown eyes, greying brown hair, usually wearing flannels, he was a kind old man, living with his wife Kelly Ore who was just as nice as him.
Us country folk must stick together especially since the city folks don't like us around, saying that we smell like manure, looking like beavers, and are all sweaty...Well the last parts true, we work hard and we sweat, but doesn't everyone? Those city folks should accept us though because without us they wouldn't get food and without food they wouldn't survive!
"Neigh!" Slovek whinied and threw his large head back.
"Agh stay down Lassie, Slovek hates when you jump up on him!" I shouted at the the Ores' dog Lassie, a young rough coated collie who was training how to herd sheep and cattle.
"OI LASSEH GET OVE'ER 'ERE!!" Laramie shouted at his dog, his accent thick as Lassie ran back to him, her coat bouncing back through the wind.
"EYYY! Whatcha 'ere for Kibõ?" My father asked me as Slovek trotted towards the garage.
"Momma asked me tah fetch 'ya Daddy" I said, hopping off of Slovek to pet Lassie who was whining because she was put on her chain.
"Ahhh...Tell 'er I'm just finishing up over 'ere and that i'll be home once I'm done" daddy said, grabbing a red rag with his oil stained hands and wiping his sweaty brows with it.
"M'kay" I said, walking away from Lassie and jumping back onto Slovek .
"*Click*Click*" Slovek slowly turned around and galloped towards the exit/entrance of the driveway.