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A tall man entered the ring, nodding up at the announcer to say he was ready. He began to lead the perlino paint in the arena, turning her in small circles to show her foot work, as well as leading her at a jog. The announcer cleared his throat and began to read from the paper in his hand.
"This mare is registered by the American Paint Horse Association as Screaming Banshee. She has experience has a working cow horse, as well as a career as a hunter jumper working with a young girl. She is a very beautiful color, a perlino. Depending on what color of horse she were to be crossed with, she could produce many beautiful colors such as smokey black, palomino, and buckskin. She has a beautiful conformation and would make a good brood mare. The bidding is to start at $1,200."
The tall man stopped the mare so they were facing the crowd and slightly off to the side. He reached up to scratch the mares ear, "You could make me, baby." He had purchased her dirt cheap simply because the person selling her had told all the bad things such as how she doesn't do well with young riders, how she doesn't really like having to compete in shows, and how she gets frustrated if she doesn't understand what she is asked to do. Not that any of that made her a bad horse, he reflected, he had ridden her several times and she really was very gifted. Grinning, he waited for the bidding to begin.
Ghost lazily swatted flies away from her. She didn't understand why she had to come to a place like this so soon. Every time she ended up some where like this she was taken away by a new person. It just didn't seem fair that through the five winters she has seen, she was seen three people who care for her. Well, that wasn't entirely true. While she was stuck with the miserable child she had seen many older people who had tried to teach her and help her. Not that it did any good. That girl was awful, she was too heavy with her hands and would kick and pull at the reins at the same time. Apparently she didn't care that Ghost was able to feel every movement of the reins. Ghost cast her gaze to the congregation, wondering which of these people would be her new owner.
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