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William has tack, brushes and everything needed to get Duncan ready to be ridden near his stall as well as the same for Diana. If everything goes well, he and Autor will go for a small ride.

Now he's sipping some coffee and eating a biscuit outside the stable door as he watches the morning mist rise off the lake.

Date: 2015-11-16 04:12 am (UTC)
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Autor brushes Duncan down with all the grit of a man facing a firing squad. He pats the horse's back methodically, at regularly-timed intervals, trying to make sure he doesn't move. The boy finishes up the other side of the horse with a grim satisfaction. "I think I'm done. What's next?"

Date: 2015-11-16 04:37 am (UTC)
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Autor follows his instructions and enters the main stable. "Bridle, blanket, and saddle. Got it. Is the bridle the same as the reins?"

Date: 2015-11-16 04:41 am (UTC)
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"Oh, so it has to go into her mouth," Autor says, watching William handle Diana. "Interesting. Is that the bit?"

Date: 2015-11-16 04:49 am (UTC)
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"I can try it," Autor says, eyeing Duncan. He picks up the bridle and manages to slide it over the horse's head, but he hesitates when he gets to the bit. "I didn't know there were no teeth back there. It makes sense, though, that it doesn't bother them."

He finagles the bit into place, tearing his hands away from Duncan's mouth when it's done. "Like that?"

Date: 2015-11-16 04:52 am (UTC)
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Autor eases into a smile. He's still jumpy around the horses, but he seems to relax with William's praise. "No, he wasn't," Autor says, beaming. "What's next?"

Date: 2015-11-16 04:57 am (UTC)
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Autor takes a moment to find the blanket, which he makes sure is folded the right way. He drapes it across Duncan's back, patting him on the neck as he does so. "Well, that was easier than the bridle for sure. What's next?"

Date: 2015-11-16 05:04 am (UTC)
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Autor finds Duncan's saddle and hauls it out. It's a more modern saddle, dark brown with hand tooling. Autor appreciates that there's a pommel to hold on to, though he doesn't know what to call it. He settles it over the blanket on Duncan's back, following William's lead to bring the girth under Duncan. "Like this?"

Date: 2015-11-16 05:08 am (UTC)
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Autor does as instructed and manages to buckle the saddle around Duncan's middle. He takes the reins in a sweating palm, petting the horse on the neck. "Ready when you are."

Date: 2015-11-16 05:12 am (UTC)
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Autor draws a breath through his nose. "Just a big cat, that's all, a really big cat," he mutters to himself, tugging gently on the reins. Duncan follows, to Autor's relief, and the boy takes him outside to where William is. "Do I put the reins on the fence like you did?"

Date: 2015-11-16 05:17 am (UTC)
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Autor loops the reins around the fence post, and shakes his head. "I should be okay. I can stretch my legs out pretty far if necessary."

Date: 2015-11-16 05:21 am (UTC)
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Autor jumps in place for a bit, psyching himself up to approach the horse. "Just a big cat," he mutters. "Just a big cat."

He places one foot in the stirrup and holds onto the pommel, swinging himself upward. He nearly falls, and sets his foot on the ground again. "Whoa! I didn't make it," he says, furrowing his brow. "Let me try again."

This time he swings himself up into the saddle, but nearly falls on the other side. He flails, dragging himself back with the pommel. "Whew."

Date: 2015-11-16 05:31 am (UTC)
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Autor squeezes Duncan's back with his legs, placing his feet in the stirrups.

"I did it, William," he says, his voice bordering on near hysteria. "I did it. I'm sitting astride a horse."

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