Tech slowly walked past several stalls, stroking the horses that sniffed him. He paused at a particular one. He was tall, sleek, muscular. His coat was a reddish-brown, more red than brown. His hindquarters were covered with small white dots. Tech guessed he was a Thoroughbred, a race horse. Suddenly, a idea popped into his mind.
"Hey, Rev, come here."
"What's up, buddy?" The speedster replied.
Tech stroked the red-brown horse. "I think I found the horse for you."
Rev studied the horse up and down. Every inch of him seemed to scream, 'I'm meant for speed.' "Wow. He sure looks fast. What's his name?"
Tech looked at the brass name plate on the stall door. "Rusty"
Rev petted Rusty. "Thanks, Tech!"
"No problem." Tech continued to walk, but stopped at the stall next to Rusty's. Indside was a short, stocky light brown gelding. He had the strangest marking on his forehead. It was shaped like a four-leaf clover. That was the only white marking on him. The horse slowly plodded over to him. Before Tech knew it, the horse's long, pink tongue was all over his face. Tech stepped back and wipped off his face with his shirt sleeve.
"Lucky" The name plate said. "Well, you sure seem friendly enough." Lucky then rubbed his head against Tech's side. "Well, no use looking any further. I've been claimed."
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Lexi had stopped at one horse's stall. She had her arms crossed on top of the wall. This horse was a pure white color, with a silvery mane and tail. His name was Ghost. It suited him perfectly.
"You like him, don't you?" A voice asked from behind her. Ben, the stable hand who showed them to their rooms, stood beside her.
"Yeah, he's really handsome." She smiled.
"Sadly, he can't be ridden."
"Why not?"
"When he was little, he was trained the wrong way. He may seem sweet and gentle right now, but once you get up on his back, he turns into a bucking bronco." The boy explained.
"Oh..." Lexi slowly stroked his neck. "I still like him, anyways."
(end Chapter 3)