Snippet #2455982

Ah crap, his alarm was bleeping, very loudly for that fact. Too loud for the tender headed man lying on a cheap and rather poorly made bed; his face buried in a pile of ragged pillows. What time is it? Too early his brain wanted to tell him but the man gingerly turned his head to the hated machine still bleeping away in that awful high pitch tone that tore through his skull and hammered what ever braincells he had managed to spare from the previous night. With a sort of satisfaction and a rather heavy hand he slammed the machine quiet, lifting his protesting body out of the bed and staggered to the bathroom; removing the clothes he had drunkenly decided to keep on and hopped into the shower, turning the settings to the coldest they would go and with some hesitation pressed the on button and with a harsh yell of profanity he began to sober up quickly. When he was done he quickly through on his clothes he wore when he helped out at the ranch, he rummaged around the apartment for his trucks keys but after a rather fruitless search and a series of more profanities he headed for the front door. Before he exited he saw a hastily scribbled note pinned to the door, it was from Lucas, only Lucas had that same childish hand writing that made a doctors scrawl look like artwork in comparison. It read: Hey Carth, I've got an 'appointment' with a client, you know one of those rich snobbish college boys up in high town, had to borrow your truck, I'm sure you won't mind big bro. Lucas. "Dammit!" He cursed once more, tearing the paper off the door and scrunching it up in annoyance, now I'm definitely going to be late.

He was out the door with a new found vigour, forgetting about his still protesting head, the pain could wait, he had only just started helping out at the ranch and he needed the extra cash it provided, the last thing he wanted was to be fired before he had at least one pay check. Breaking out into a brisk jog he made his way through the streets of the small town, the town was still rather sleepy even though the morning was in it's stride now but he saw a few of the regulars in the club he worked at, each of them giving the now sprinting man a queer grin as they must have found the sight rather amusing. The time was drawing closer and closer to him being late and after a quick glance of his watch he somehow found the energy and his legs willingness to move even faster than they had already been pumping. After half an hour of non stop running he finally arrived at his destination; Alyssa's ranch. Panting heavily, he paused to gain control of his breathing and to allow the gentle breeze passing through to cool his sweat covered skin. Once he had gained back his composure he made his way to the stables, his job here was to tend to the horses, grooming them and feeding them.... Well that's what he thought anyway, he had never been around horses before really, he had only said that to the owners of the ranch because he needed the money badly. He entered through the wooden doors and the sweet aroma of hay and the more sharply contrasting smell of manure greeted him, along with a chorus of noises from the horses.

He began his duties by checking up on each horse, counting them one by one so he had a clue of their numbers and found one of the stalls empty, hmmm maybe one of the owners took it out for a walk... Or ride, I guess. it didn't matter much to him, he just wanted to get started, he searched around for their food but like his search for his keys he came up empty handed; he had no idea what he was looking for and with a lack of knowledge on the animals had even less ideas how he would feed them, did they each of a bowl to fill like a dog? Or did he have to hand feed them each? He sighed deeply to himself, he was beginning to wonder if this wasn't a good idea after all. After another search he finally gave up and decided maybe it be better to give them a run about and took them out one by one to the field he had been told to take them when he was first told he had the job, it was all going well when the last one decided it didn't like the new man pulling him a little rougher than it had grown accustomed too and with a sudden power it bucked dragging Carth off his feet. What happened next was a blur and Carth didn't know if it was by instinct or just pure luck but somehow he had managed on the beasts back and was clinging for dear life by it's muscular neck. The horse ran madly towards something the man could not see but he didn't care for that at the moment he just wanted to stay alive. I want off.....