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HunterUnderSaddleGirl · Nov 14, 2018 4:35 PM

Are you having a blast on this game, and ready to take the next step, and have a long term upgrade?

I am going be giving away 3 basic upgrades. They are good for an entire real life year.

Please only use the money for a basic upgrade. Bandit1119 has donated enough for 2 basic upgrades via game money (375,000$ apiece,) and I have enough money for 1. So 3 lucky players can get a basic upgrade.

So what do you have to do? The only "entry fee" is to write me a short story. I'm not going to be counting words, but the longer the better! (Winner will be chosen randomly, not based on any aspect of the story). Will keep this open at least a week.

FallenShadows714 · Nov 14, 2018 5:05 PM

I am not entering, but this is an awesome giveaway. Thank you HUSG and @Bandit1119 for doing this for the players who don’t have an upgrade yet.

BlaxkDiamond · Nov 14, 2018 10:03 PM

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The young woman (Bina) smiled she had just signed the purchase papers for her first horse. A young three year old filly, Diamond.

Diamond was scraggly, from the rough northern winter. Her coat was rough, a black/brown color. That shed out pitch black. And in the middle of her forhead right above the swirl in her coat, was a small star, about the size of a half dollar. As for her size she was rather small just over 13hh. But her new owner didn’t see her gangly appearance, all she saw was a small young horse that had a lot of potential.

The filly wasn’t the ideal first horse, and her owner knew that. Her first horse should have been a well broke horse, one that could teach her not the other way around. Diamond was quirky she was friendly but she didn’t want to be touched. So Bina spent hours brushing her lunging her and getting to know Diamond.

Slowly Diamond came to trust her. Diamond was brilliant and a very quick learner. Bina desensitized her to the saddle blanket and the saddle. Then saddled her for the second time in her life with a soft english saddle. Diamond behaved beautifully. A couple days later Bina saddled her with a light western saddle, the extra swish of the girth’s and stirrups was a surprise to Diamond, but she took it in stride.

Everything was going perfectly and Bina was thrilled. But in life you’re always learning, and inexperienced usually will come to bite you sometime. The day started out normally Bina decided to tie some salt bags to the saddle to get Diamond used to weight in the saddle and flapping on her back. It would have been a fine exercise if Bina had done enough desensitizing beforehand. Or had stopped when Diamond made it clear that she wasn’t ready for that yet. Unfortunately Bina didn’t see what Diamond was trying to tell her. What resulted wasn’t pretty. Both Bina and Diamond shed a few drops of blood. Both were drenched in sweat. And Bina shed several tears knowing it was her fault that this mess had happened.

Luckily Bina had a good mentor, who encouraged her, and helped her out of her mess. After the ordeal Diamond was wary of the saddle as she hadn’t been before. The only injury she had gotten was a bruise on her withers. Which became white, and a visual reminder for Bina of the incident. So Bina went back to desensitizing, the english saddle wasn’t an issue. So she concentrated on the western saddle. She took to feeding Diamond her grain and supplements in the saddle or under the saddle. It didn’t take super long before Diamond was used to the saddle again.

Bina had gotten Diamond to the point she had been before the incident, and beyond. Many people told her she should be riding Diamond by now. They might have been right but Bina had tasted the results of pushing ahead before Diamond was ready. She had spent the weeks of work getting her horse back. She was not going to make that mistake again.

For weeks she got Diamond used to her jumping all over her. Rubbing her with her body. Getting used to Bina being above her. Finally towards the end of summer Bina took the step off the ground and onto Diamon’s back. That first ride was bareback and all she did was getting Diamond to walk in a small circle both directions. Bins knew it was a small start, but it was her life dream coming true.

The third ride she had a person on the ground helping her get Diamond to trot. Diamond didn’t take much encouragement, and actually responded better to Bina’s cue from her back than the woman on the ground. Diamond didn’t offer to buck at all. Another huge step for the young pair.

A couple rides later and they were cantering. Once again no problems.

Diamond did have a slight attitude about trotting and cantering around ride 10. She would kick up her heels and throw a fit. Bina was told to ride her through it, so she did. After that Diamond was great she learned quickly, and was so sensitive she could change directions of of Bina shifting her weight. Diamond was also very athletic once she decided her ear was itchy while on a trail ride in the pasture. She bent her neck around picked up her back leg and scratched her ear. Apparently she’d already figured out how to balance herself well with a rider. Shocked the socks off of Bina though.

But the true test of how good a horse Diamond has the potential of being was yet to come. In the northern sense she’d had a very easy training experience. She got a summer to leave behind being a baby. Most horses have a month or two. Then they travel lots of miles rather quickly. That is the ranch horse life. Work hard when needed, then get weeks off in between. Or at least that’s the way of the family Bina married into.

It was fall and time to move cattle and time for Diamond to come to the ranch. The longest ride she’d had was an hour. That first day gathering cows, and moving them home was at least 7hrs of non stop moving. Walking, trotting, cantering, turning, stopping, backing all on rough, rocky terrain. She had to keep up with horses that were at least 3 hands taller than her. She did it with ease. It wasn’t till the end of the day that she realized she had short legs compared to them. That was the long trot home, the other horses were in a easy trot for them, she had to put all her effort into keeping up with them at the trot. Her legs were a blur. She proved how much heart she had that day, she never slowed down when she fell behind she’d grab another gear and catch herself back up. Bina only asked for a trot, if she’d wanted to do a slow trot that would have been fine with her. But Diamond went above and beyond.

They’d had a lot of setbacks, but at the end of summer they were a team. It would have been a tough contest to know who had learned more. Bina never would suggest that getting an unbroke horse for a first horse a good idea, but somehow it worked for them. And Diamond might always bear that palm size white scar on her withers because of it... was that scar worth it? Only you can answer that for yourself.

But for them they have many more miles to ride together and there story is just beginning. Bina hopes to breed Diamond in a year or two. Or maybe learn dressage together from an old eventing rider. So ends their first summer together.

Bandit1119 · Nov 15, 2018 3:16 PM

@BlaxkDiamond that was lovely!

Still looking for other entry’s to spend my money!

FeldingFields · Nov 15, 2018 7:08 PM

So, you said the longer the better, which is good, because it kind of ran away with me... (Part 1/3)

The Lord of the Valley was finishing reading through the last of his dispatches when he heard creaks from the floorboards outside his office. Halsen sighed. He didn’t mind serving as the Lord of the Valley, chosen by his fellow mages to head their order and implement the King’s orders through the land, but this was his least favorite part of the position. The Lord of the Valley was also the de facto head of the University all mages in Rakia were required to attend. For the most part, the school ran itself, as it had for hundreds of years. The instructors responsible for teaching the students how to use their magic without fire-balling themselves or their friends and turning said students into respectable servants of the Crown handled most of the day to day affairs of the school. The problem children they couldn’t manage, however, were sent to him. What was he supposed to do with them? Etiquette them to death? Bury them in a mountain of paperwork? What exactly did they think he did all day long, anyway?

Solemines was a problem child. He was sent to Halsen’s office at least three times a week while he was in residence at the Valley. Halsen sighed. Most of the non-noble children taken to attend the school were excited for the chance to potentially earn the title of "Lord" instead of just being the farmer's third son. Not Solemines. A former gutter rat before being found by recruiters, Solemines had brought the gutter to school with him. Unknown parentage, half-brother of one of the most famous whores of the most debauched city in the country, and pick pocket extraordinaire, Solemines had taken to books like a pig to mud. That wasn't the problem. The problem was his lack of focus. Halsen couldn’t remember the last time they had had a student breaking curfew to sneak into the library. And not only was he clever, the kid was Talented to boot. Tateh, who was one of Halsen’s best friends since his own university days and who had to deal with Solemines every day during class, despaired for the former street rat. “He could be great,” Tateh had complained to Halsen over dinner one night. “He could be the second coming of Kuast himself. He could put my battle mage students to shame if he started dueling them. All of them at once.” Halsen has rolled his eyes at that, but Tateh persisted. “I have never seen anyone with such a bottomless well of power. We just have to figure out how to redirect it.”

And that was the ongoing problem. Solemines was clever, and he knew it. Solemines was Talented, and he knew that, too. He just didn’t care. Rather than direct his intelligence to his studies, he preferred to waste it figuring out how to sneak out to the barn when he was supposed to be in the library, how to sneak into the library when he was supposed to be in bed, and how to sneak to his bed when he was supposed to in class. Instead of using his supposedly unending power to show off for his teachers and actually do something, he was more likely to spend all of class trying to figure out how to turn tea into wine.

Fortunately for the teachers and the general sobriety of the student body, brightest minds of the known world had concluded that transmutation of food or liquid was impossible. The best proof of it, in Halsen’s opinion, was that if it were possible to create wine from plain beverages, then Josef Kuast would likely never have been sober long enough to found the University in the first place.

As Solemines’s footsteps neared the door, Halsen opened it with a gesture. The teenager ambled into his office and stood before Halsen’s desk. Solemines never asked to sit, and Halsen never offered. Halsen let Solemines stand there for several minutes, pretending to not acknowledge his existence.

“Normally the complaints about you trickle in one at time, Solemines.” Halsen finally looked up from his papers. “Today I had six, from four different mages.”

Solemines shrugged. “It was a boring day.”

“Professor Tablin tells me that instead of working on your in class work, you were instead drawing pictures of horses on your slate. You do know that the skills she teaches are essential if you want to graduate and get a good assignment outside the Valley, correct?”

“Yes, Lord Halsen.”

“And yet drawing pretty pictures is a more useful way to spend your time?”

“I wasn’t drawing pretty pictures, sir. I was diagramming.”

“…Diagramming?”

“Yes sir. It’s important to know and understand the legs of a horse. No hoof, no horse, after all. Wouldn’t want to be trying to cross the Folly when your horse suddenly lames and you have no idea whether the pain is in the hoof or the stifle. Completely different treatments.”

FeldingFields · Nov 15, 2018 7:09 PM

Part (2/3)

Halsen stared blankly at Solemines. Who would ever try to cross the Folly? It was foolishness – it had that name for a reason. He tried a different approach. “So you know a fair amount about the barns then. And horses. Tell me, Solemines, what colors do Valley-bred horses come in?”

Sol looked mildly confused by the change of track, but answered easily enough. “Sooty red, bay, and black are acceptable colors, with black being the most prized and the ultimate goal. Something about looking imposing and impressive when paired with a black-cloaked mage.”

“Good, good. But we use stock from Kuasta and Felding, too, right? Plus a couple of mares bred by the Crown?”

“Yessir. Kuastans favor dun horses; they believe it gives them more stamina. But in truth, they'll breed anything that works hard and stays sound. Their most prized ones have a glossy sheen. Stefan thinks it must just be something they feed them, but I think it comes from the hair itself. We don’t have any of those in our program though; the Kuastans won’t part with them. The Felding horses are flashier and taller and come in a wider range of colors and often have tall white socks and white faces. The Crown only keeps cream buckskins and palomino horses for the King - golden horses for a golden crown, and whatnot - so we sometimes get their solid horses, or the unlucky double dilutes.”

“So no white beyond the Felding horses, correct?”

“Correct.”

“So tell, me, Solemines, why we know have a paint horse in the barn? Stefan said it was your fault. Did you turn a mare out with some trader’s horse or something?” Stefan had been irate when he had stormed into Halsen's office, tracking mud all the way up the stairs and onto the rug, but Halsen hadn't been able to cut through the man's think provincial accent and non-stop swearing to figure out much of what he was saying. He had determined, that like most things, it was Solemines's fault.

Solemines smiled a broad grin. “Don’t worry, that will wash off.” When Halsen didn’t respond to that, Solemines kept going. “Boagus was making fun of Annis. Said that healers weren’t true mages and that anyone who earned a white cloak clearly wasn’t good enough to be a proper mage. So I thought he should wear a wear white cloak for a while. I didn’t know that Stefan would choose that moment to exercise your horse for you.”

Comprehension dawned on Halsen. “You painted my horse. As in, literally, threw paint on my horse.” It wasn’t a question.

“To be fair, I was aiming for Boagus. What else?”

“You set Mariyah’s cloak on fire.”

“That was an accident. Anyway, she needed to take it off before we started our work with potions, so I really ended up doing her a favor. I’m lectured on that at least once a week by Diket.”

“You also managed to set your cauldron on fire. Not the contents, the actual cauldron.”

“Yeah, that was pretty neat.”

“That was not neat! How did you set an iron cauldron on fire?”

“If you get anything hot enough, it will burn.”

“Iron doesn’t burn!”

“Someone should tell the iron that, then. Anyway, I didn’t know that was going to happen. The directions said to add lizards’ teeth; they didn’t say the teeth shouldn’t come from a dragon.”

At this Halsen actually did sigh. “Solemines, if a potion is going to call for an ingredient as rare and volatile as dragon teeth, it will specify to the gram how much to add, whether you should use a molar or an incisor, and you will certainly not be brewing it in class outside of advanced studies.”

“Ah, that’s an important thing to know. Diket should have said something.”

“Professor Diket.”

“Yes, him.”

“He did say something. He gives the same lecture every day to his first year students. And then at least once a season after that. You’ve heard it at least a hundred times. Something about mixing inappropriate ingredients and magical creatures having an exponential effect on ingredients, perhaps? Any of this sound familiar?”

Solemines screwed up his face as though he was trying very hard to remember something. “The one that goes ‘These potions have been developed over decades by the smartest minds in Rakia and the known world. Follow these directions and no harm shall come to you. Learn how they are made and someday you may develop potions for the next generation.’ And then goes off about responsibilities and the proper way to stir a cauldron? That speech?”

Progress!, Halsen thought to himself. “Yes, that one!”
“Ah, I usually ignore that one. I didn’t think it was meant for me.”

Halsen’s brain started to sputter. “Not…meant…for you? The person who routinely adds black nightshade instead of deadly nightshade to his cauldron and tries to brew lunch instead of magic?”

“Well, I am clearly never going to be developing new potions, am I? Everyone knows I’m terrible at them.”

Halsen let his frustration get the better of him. “It’s almost like you want to fail out of classes and get a poor assignment.”

“Well, yes.”

“This country pays for your schooling, pays for your housing and your food, teaches you to ride and use and sword, and- wait, what? You want to fail out? And be stuck in the Valley? Never be sent to advise some lord or command a battlefield?”

“Yes.”

“But why?”

“This is where the Horsemaster works from.”

“The Horsemaster.”

“Yes. You know, the post currently held by Stefan. In charge of breeding, breaking new horses, pairing mages with mounts, training new riders, master of the barns of the Valley. Horsemaster.”

Halsen stared at Solemines. “You’re telling me, that you are trying to deliberately fail at being a mage, so that you can be assigned to muck stalls and wrangle lame horses for the rest of your life?” We should have left you in the gutter, Halsen added in the privacy of his own mind.

“Someone needs to do it.”

“That very noble of you,” Halsen said dryly. At least the solution to this seemed clear. It also explained why all those detentions where he supposed to be mucking stalls or pitching hay didn’t seem to have an effect. “In the meantime though, you are a student of this university, and you will behave like it. For the next two weeks, you’ll get extra chance to practice that. You can be in charge of scrubbing Professor Diket’s cauldrons. You can do it during the second morning hour.”

There was a pause while Halsen waited for the teenager to figure it out. The teenager’s shoulders slumped. “That’s when my year has riding practice.”

FeldingFields · Nov 15, 2018 7:10 PM

Part 3/3

“I know. It would be best to be free of distractions, wouldn’t it? Even if you finish before the third hour, you can get some extra potions work in with Professor Diket. If you can successfully go two weeks without melting anything, burning anything, exploding anything, and actually attend your classes when you’re supposed to, perhaps you’ll be able to rejoin your classmates for mounted training. If not,” Halsen shrugged, “well, there’s lots of professors who would love to have a hand in the mornings.”

Halsen felt like he may have finally reached Solemines. The teenager was glowering at him, but held his tongue beyond a single, muttered “yessir.” Halsen dismissed the boy with a wave of his hand. Hopefully he wouldn't see him for another twenty-four hours. Halsen did not have terribly high hopes for that though.

Good riddance, Halsen thought, watching the retreating back of the young mage in training. Next week he would be departing to spend the dry season in the capital with the King, and Solemines wouldn’t be his problem for at least four months. Let Tateh deal with him instead. Halsen was of half a mind to let him fail out and become Stefan’s underling in the barns, even if it would be a waste of such potential. At least it would get him out of everyone’s way and allow the professors to focus on the students that actually wanted to learn. Halsen reached to finish off his now-cold tea.

And spat out a mouthful of wine.

JustSpendIt · Nov 15, 2018 7:27 PM

So its probably a mess but this a true autobiographical story and I realize now that I neve once say any names except horse names :)) :)).
I hope you enjoy and btw My name is Sam.

For as long as she could recall horses had been her life, from her earliest memory ridding a black gelding they called Char to carrying square bales bigger than se was at five horses were there. She grew up working with all the horses her family owned through their Quarter horse and Paint breeding operation. Although her family had a surplus of horses none of them were hers alone.

Until one day her mother brought home a little POA. This little gelding didn't fit with their breeding operation and they had never had any ponies. Why would they start with a little gelding? Her mom told her that this was going to be her pony. The girl was so excited and happy to finally have a horse that was all hers and that she could do anything with. She soon named the gelding Applejack because he looked like he had little red and green flecks throughout his coat.

Everything seemed like it would just be another sweet heartwarming "girl and her first pony" situation. But Applejack had other plans. They soon realized this pony that was run through the sale ring as "perfect for your kids" wasn't so perfect. It seemed like Applejack had gotten used to getting his way all the time. In his mind all he should have to do is eat and look cute, anytime the girls siblings and family tried to ride the pony he would turn into a regular bucking bronco. The only people who could stick it out and ride the little stubborn horse was her mother and herself.

After a while the family decided to sell the pony and bring in one of their broodmares for the kids to ride all the time. So the next sale they took a group of two year old's to they took Applejack along. At the sale barn the girl decided she wanted to ride the pony one last time. Expecting a bit of disagreement from the pony she started out cautiously. nobody would buy a pony they saw fight his owner.

She slid onto his bare back praying he would be calm. For some reason the pony was and until it was time for their horses to go into the ring she rode the pony and the three two year old's in their pen. Although it wasn't the sweet first pony story their story was still a good one. It ended happy with the little girl having learned how to handle a difficult horse and the pony going on to be owned by a boy a few years older than the girl. Applejacks new owner loved the pony very much and they lived happily ever after. The girl eventually got her own horse, a thoroughbred appaloosa gelding named Just Spend It.

RocknSStables · Nov 16, 2018 7:22 PM

I was 13 at the time and living in a small town that not too many were familiar with, but those who lived there knew everyone and those who didn't quickly became friends. My families roots run deep in that little town and at the time, horses and anything involving them were a huge part of everyday life (you can think Chuck wagons and ropers wanna guess what state I'm in). Every Sunday my family and others like mine would meet at a common spot and we'd all go on trail rides. I'm talking tons of people, horses, wagons, music; it was great. One Sunday didn't turn out like all the others unfortunately. You see, my great grandpa usually led the line and decided where we were to turn since he started the tradition so many years ago. That day, he decided to take up the rear and let his horse poke around. Buddy was getting up in age, as was he, and he thought it would be better to let him rest. That was the last trail ride they went on together. A car unfamiliar with the roads (and our tradition) came around a sharp turn and hit my great grandpa and Buddy. The horse didn't make it, thankfully my grandpa did. He was devastated and as was I. Buddy, being the horse I learned to ride on as a little girl, was also the first horse my great grandpa had trained. I made a vow to myself to never get on another horse again. I was the only one aware of the vow, but it certainly meant something to me. After the accident, life went on, and the trail rides continued; for everyone but myself and my grandpa. After a few months, I realized that my grandpa was sad; he wasnt myself; he was loosing weight, sickly looking, and never smiled. I talked to my dad and told him what I had been seeing and quickly learned a new word, depression and all about what it meant.

I wasn't sure how I was going to do it, but I knew I had to put my sadness and fears aside and help my grandpa. What can a 13 year old though? I can cut jokes and try to give him the opportunity to smile, but I knew that wouldn't be enough. So after speaking to my parents, they allowed me to work through summer for them and others to save up my money. When the time was right, my dad made a phone call to our farrier. We made a trip out to his place and standing there before me, was a 2 year old Bay who brought tears to my eyes. I quickly looked at my dad and told him that was the horse I wanted. That's the horse I'm going to train for my grandpa. I turned to Larry, the farrier, and I asked him "how much are you asking for this gelding?" Trying as hard as I could be to be an adult (even though my fingers were crossed behind my back that I had enough money). Larry looked at me and looked back at the horse, "I think I could take $600 for him." "SOLD!" I shouted with pure delight. It was surely meant to be, that's exactly how much money I had with me. As I load my grandpa's brand new horse in the trailer, my mom cried and my dad shook his head with an approving smile.

Side note: I spent the $600 I earned that summer. My dad spoke with our farrier after telling him how much I've made and reassured him he would pay whatever the remaining amount was. I cried when I found out several years later.

The months go by and the seasons change. I grow stronger, wiser, and find myself not near as sad. Budro, aka buddy 2.0, was helping. With the help of the local cowboys, my dad, and family friends; I was training in training and Budro was ready to meet his new owner!

Sunday rolls around and we load up for our trail ride, but guess who was the lead? Brudo and I, that's who. With my head held high, I look back to the rest of the people and smile. They know where we're headed, but I couldn't help wonder if they were nervous as I was. I turn around, bend down, pat Budro softly, and off we go.

With a few hiccups from Burdo, still being green, we make it to the drive way, and I make my way down. Halfway through, I realize I'm the only one making this small milestone. I take a deep breath, shaking, and off we go again. After what seems like hours, I make it to the front yard and position myself in direct view of my grandpa's hard wooden door, and I start calling his name.

This is it! The door is opening and here I am sitting on top of my grandpa's new horse, that he has zero idea about. He looks at me, he looks at the horse, and slowly walks out. Once he's close he enough, he brings me to tears. "Buddy? Bud." His voice whispered. (Mind you, his in his mid to late 70s, but still has his spunk.)

I started crying and hopped down, telling him all about my almost year long journey and how much it's helped me cope with the loss of Buddy and hoped that it too could help him.

Budro is happily grazing in his pasture getting apples as often as possible and enjoying his life as a pasture pet! My great grandfather is now in a better place running free with the wild horses.

I'm happy to say he was able to participate in many more trail rides being the lead beside me.
Even at such a young age, helping someone dear to me, unknowingly helped me through my hard time coping with the loss of a beloved family member and underline fear of trail rides.

This is SO awesome! Thanks to everyone who made it possible!

FeldingFields · Nov 19, 2018 6:51 PM

Bump. I want to read more awesome stories, too!

Lallyhop · Nov 19, 2018 7:48 PM

@FeldingFields Your story was really cool! I mean, all of them are, and I've really enjoyed reading them, but I'd love to see yours turned into a book. :D

IndianaRanch · Nov 20, 2018 6:50 PM

I got a young pony who haven't been trained for riding and stuff. His name was Buster. Funny story about Buster was when I was learning to ride and also breaking my 2yr old colt, Buster. My papa would put him on a lunge line and take us in circles for hours. One day Buster was bucking and I was hanging upside down, screaming my head off. But picture a small 2 yr old American Miniature Horse with tiny stubby legs and a 2 yr old itty bitty child hanging off of him.

I'd be in his stall and he'd step anywhere but on me.

Kanorah · Nov 21, 2018 12:39 AM

Once upon a time there were 3 little ponies who lived in a show barn. Their owner tried hard to keep them on a schedule. Training, eating, sleeping, showing. Honestly, it was enough for most of their little pony friends.

These 3, though, had come from random visits by Wreck it Ralph to their mothers pastures.

On Monday. They discovered the garden, and tore down all the fencing to dig up the carrots.

On Tuesday. Wrecked Ammo somehow managed to spill the fuel tank on the chicken coop... The whole Stable smelled delicious when that caught fire.

On Wednesday, Spawn of Ralph ate all the keys he could find. We will not discuss how I got to market that weekend.

On Thursday, it appears that the Vet keeps the shenanigans to a minimum, because other than every gate being left open, no one got hurt.

Then there was Friday. Did you know that if you leave your phone unattended the little brats will figure out how to order fireworks?

Oops! There's some now. Best go look before they set the hay on fire...

FeldingFields · Nov 21, 2018 3:00 PM

I regret giving Ralph that Dynamite.

HunterUnderSaddleGirl · Nov 26, 2018 3:52 PM

Closing this up next time I get a chance. Get in your last minute entries...

HunterUnderSaddleGirl · Nov 28, 2018 2:10 AM

Sorry guys... I am SO slacking right now.... but in my defense I have college finals next week, and a state FFA competition the week after, and what little HJ2 time I've had has been spent with this awesome (thank you Ammit) exceptional HH event.

In the mean time feel free to keep posting... The more the merrier.

FeldingFields · Nov 28, 2018 1:26 PM

Finals are important. Go kick butt.

HunterUnderSaddleGirl · Nov 28, 2018 2:52 PM

The winners are

BlaxkDiamond
FeldingFields
JustSpendI

I'm going to add all of you (if you aren't already in them) to my buddy chat. Please put up a (reject) horse for 377,500

(12,5000 per IV x 30 IVs for a basic upgrade)

+ 2500 for the horse itself.

(If no horse is put up within a week then I’ll pick a new winner. I will send pm reminders)

FeldingFields · Nov 28, 2018 3:16 PM

Sweet! Thank you so much, HunterUnderSaddleGirl and Bandit1119!

Bandit1119 · Nov 28, 2018 5:10 PM

I picked up FeldingFeilds horse.

IndianaRanch · Nov 28, 2018 5:54 PM

I tried on my story....

Bandit1119 · Nov 30, 2018 10:52 AM

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