The dull thud wasn't heard by anyone else, but the pain couldn't
compare. Tundra skitters to the back of her stall, her hindquarters
still lethally aimed towards the door.
Eric swallows his
urge to scream. He'd been kicked before plenty of times - but this one
had come unexpectedly and straight to his left thigh. Though his leg had
healed since his trucking accident, it was still quite sensitive, and a
blow from a horse's hoof was enough to send the pain shooting through
his entire leg.
Tundra was a fairly new addition to the barn and had come to them with a
problem of not liking people or other horses behind her. It was
something they knew they'd have to break her of quickly, but it hadn't
happened soon enough. Eric hadn't been careful and had only been coming
to give her grain - which was now strewn across the stall floor.
Sucking
in his breath, Eric leans on the wall for a few more moments before
limping back out into the aisle and shutting the door. He'd have a hefty
bruise for sure - worse, just because it was his bad leg. It was just
what he needed. Taking a couple minutes until the pain partially
subsided, he grabs a broom to sweep out the aisle. It was usually
something Dylan did, but right now, he just needed a simple task to keep
moving so his leg didn't get stiff. He'd take a better look at it
later.
It wasn't five minutes before Stacy's sudden entrance into the barn startles him from his work. Straightening and gripping the broom tightly, his brow furrows. He hadn't ever seen her this riled, let alone been the brunt of her anger.
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