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Post by Hannibal Casry on Dec 17, 2007 15:58:53 GMT -5
"Yeah sure. I could follow you though, don't wanna just leave my bike here." he said, referring to the black Kawasaki outside. No, it wasn't very cowboy like, but it was a present from his grandparents before they passed away. They had thought they needed to repay him for all the time he had spent helping them in the hospital, at first he'd refused it, but a note was given to him after their passing saying that he should accept the gift. They loved him more then anything and thought he had deserved something. So, here he was. A cowboy on a Kawasaki, nice combo. He stood then, finishing up the last of his coffee and tossed the cup in the garbage can. His fingers brushing down the length of his pants as he stood. Boots were seen again and he adjusted his hat slightly.
"Ah that's cool. Lucky 13 and I do barrels, but my other, Black Jack, do a lot of cross country." he spoke of the younger horse. He was only a few months younger then Lucky 13 and soon to his few he would add that lovely filly Late Night Coffee, he just had to earn a couple more hundred bucks so he could pay for the creature in cash. He didn't like using credit cards for any type of purchase. He was old fashioned.
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