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Back in the day, out West, near a pretty mountain stream, like in a movie. If you look closely at the rock, there are areas of moss that look like tiny trees. Oh look, he has a Pepsi bottle, doesn't he? The Pepsi label is written in Asian. Smoking and drinking soda is not good; he should be drinking coffee. I'm not exactly sure where they are or when this is, but the colors of the backpack make me think it's more current. But, I'd like to think it's back in the day. It's cold, they're wearing sweatshirts and ponchos. It's not that cold out, though, because there is no fire.
It looks as though they spent the night because of the green tent.
They're resting and talking. The guy laying down is smoking, and he's posing for the camera like he's modeling. It looks like they're taking the horses across the land to somewhere else. Because he has a backpack, it looks like they are taking the horses from one area to another. He's VERY attractive, isn't he? But his Pepsi bottle is throwing me off! The attractive guy keeps staring at me, his hair is SO nice, I can't help it! But, he's not my type because he's drinking Pepsi. The other guy is just talking and enjoying life. The horses look like they are free reign – all of them are, but the one on the left is tied up. Because of that, this could be a staged picture. The lounger is holding the horses connected to one another by their reigns, held together by one rein on the ground. I'm confused; why is the saddle under the tail? Shouldn't it be under the tail? It makes me upset for the animal. These are workhorses. The horse with the purple cloth really stands out to me because of the blanket pad. Maybe they are going to get the supplies. There are only two backpacks; it looks like there is food by the blue backpack. I don't like that fucking Pepsi bottle and the fact that the horses are being pulled.
They're taking a lunch and cigarette break and talking, enjoying the scenery, and posing for the picture. It's chilly out, so the man on the left pulled his arm into his chest, out of his jacket. The small backpack makes me think they are going on a small hike with the backpack.
All of the horses should be in the tall grass, not near them.
it's just us watching the two men.
It's a very peaceful place. We hear the horses chewing. They are talking; one said don't fart! The other dude is NOT interested in what he's talking about. One guy is going on about the trip like a dad would, and the other doesn't talk a lot. Aries talks a lot and knows more – has more experience, Gemini does more of the lifting and is there to help out. They're paired together for a reason. We hear the creaking and motion of the leather saddle. Hawks flying over, stomachs rumbling – not a lot of food, snack, trying to get back for dinner. They just dropped some family off from a journey.
I smell the grass, fresh, cool, dewy air, like after a rain. Smells brisk out, with the funky wetness of moss and wet, muddy ground. When you get close to the horses, you smell the worn leather saddle, but not smoke – it's not lit. "Hey beyotch, I think the horse farted!" "Are you effing kidding me? That was you, beyotch! That was all you!" You know he was smelling it, which is why he's trying to light a cigarette, but the wind blew out his light. The passive guy is upset. The thing is around the horse's tail, they're not meaning to fart but probably has to take a dump soon! I wouldn't be that close to a horse's ass, but that's just me. The older guy is annoyed by something. He's worked hard and is now talking stupid, making jokes. The other guy is NOT into it."
He has a stronger name on the left – MaeChow. The lounger is Sheymi.
Going home to the log cabin ranch in the country, where they work to have dinner of meat and potatoes. No women or kids. Little house on the prairie setting.