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Hey. Just letting you guys know that a new chapter is all written up and I'm going to compete the pictures whenever I can, okay? There could be a new chapter tomorrow, there might not be, but be assured that it's coming soon!

Don't worry, Fraroc, we can wait patiently. Looking forward to it.

Every time I think to myself "Isn't it time another Fury update came out", sure enough!

My computer was acting up ALL FREAKING DAY. First a JavaScript trojan attacks it which causes a BSOD in the middle of doing pictures and THEN I found out it's having overheating issues. But I just have to share with you this chapter! I'm sure you'll like it!

Chapter Twenty-Six





“When is Jason gonna be here?” Marissa asked Jack who just walked into the living room.

“He should be here soon....even though I reckon that he and his father need some time to reconcile their relationship”

The mood in the stables made a sudden shift from sorrow to happiness once Jack got the news that not only is Jason going to be released on bail, but that Vincent Cormier, for some reason, decided to drop the charges against Jason completely. However, both Jason and Mike aren’t out of the woods yet. Vincent is still awaiting trial for multiple counts of animal cruelty and the eyewitness accounts of both Jason and Mike will prove invaluable in court.




Around 3:00PM, A knock on the door rings out across Jack’s house. Once Jason realizes that the door is unlocked, he strolls in. The other inmates in the drunk tank obviously didn’t treat him too bad for there were no wounds nor bruises on his skin. The only difference is that his light facial stubble and soul patch was replaced with a full beard.

“So this is life on the outside. It’s changed......you all look much older!”




Jennifer walks across the foyer to meet with Marissa in the other room, for the few seconds it took for her to walk from one end to the other, she was completely oblivious to the fact that Jason was released out of police custody and was back at the stables. But she soon found out.

“Hey, Jen!”
“Oh, hi Jason...........(GASP) JASON?!!?!?"
“It’s me! In the flesh!”
“JACK! MIKE! KARILLA! MARISSA!! COME QUICK! JASON IS BACK!!!!!"




Everybody drops what they’re doing and crowd over to Jason to greet him in a massive group hug. Mike tightly bear-hugs his friend almost to the point of pain and Jennifer expresses her happiness of seeing Jason by planting a nice big one on his cheek.





Jason, as happy as he was to be back, needed to deal with his own personal problems alone. Much later at night, around 8:30PM, Jack, being a “people person” knew there was something bothering him so he asked Mike to try and talk to him.

“......So, J. how bad did they rough you up in the drunk tank?”
“I’m not hurt if that’s what you’re wondering.....My cellmate was this HUGE-ass biker dude. I’m talkin’ about huge biceps, broad-ass chest, shaved head, goatee, and these PIERCING wolf-like eyes. The biker was accused of sleeping with a girl he thought was of legal age, but was only 17....so he was booked for statutory rape. I was at first, scared as all hell of him but surprisingly, he actually wasn’t a bad guy at all, he just did something really stupid. And he eventually asked me what I’m in for, and I told him about how I rescued Lightning from his abusive owner and that I kicked the sh*t out of him. The biker actually began to admire me! He said that because I was willing to risk my freedom and even my life for a horse, I was a real modern-day cowboy.....”




“But.......the thing is.....I’m beginning to regret what I did.”
“WHAT?!”
“I shouldn’t have taken Lightning....I should have known that stealing was wrong....”




“What the hell happened to the guy that said that “two wrongs don’t make a write” was bull? Look on the bright side! If you didn’t do what you did, Lightning would still be subject to horrible abuse!”
“That’s why in the same vein....I DON’T regret what I did. I know it makes no sense for me to regret and not regret doing it but...If I was a law-abiding citizen and didn’t do what I did, Lightning would still be abused! But rescuing him from Vincent landed me in jail! .....and.........RRRRGGGHHH!!!!! "




Jason scowls and walks away from Mike, into the wilderness.

“Jason! Where are you going?”
“I want to be alone.”
“WAIT! JASON!!! JASON WEISS!! COME BACK!!!"





Suddenly, a large hand grabs Mike by the shoulder and a deep voice he recognizes as Jack’s speaks to him.

“Let him go......He needs time to sort this out by himself.”




The praries were only a short walk away from the stables. Jason could hear the wind sweeping through the grass, making the blades rustle. The sky began to darken as a cool breeze softly strokes Jason’s body....It was late and he was alone. Jason finally found the perfect environment for him to get lost in his thoughts.





However, Jason didn’t realize that it was getting pretty late. His mind fought the sensation of fatigue but his weary body was winning the battle. He didn’t have the strength to rise to his own two feet....He will be spending the night alone in the grasslands.




The next morning, he wakes up to the sensation of something wet and viscous on face. He then hears the undeniable snort of a horse and realizes that his entire cheek is absolutely covered in horse slobber. His vision was still blurred, for Jason is NOT a morning person and couldn’t make out exactly which horse was trying to wake him up.

“uuuuhhh........Not now, Buddy......I just woke up....”




Jason’s vision clears and he finds out that it’s neither Buddy nor Fury that was nuzzling, licking and snorting at him.....He is absolutley astonished to see the stallion’s black-as-midnight fur and dark eyes.

“.................Dante?......................... It’s really you...how....did you find me?!”






Jason tilts his head to the right and looks at his side where he sees the palomino mare he mated with nursing a beautiful dark bay colt.

“That colt....is your son, isn’t it? Congratulations on becoming a dad...”




The beautiful black stallion formerly known as Dante then collapses on his knees in front of his former owner. Jason gets up to a sitting position. It is there that he realizes what Dante is trying to do; he’s going to take him home.





“Ok, Dante old friend......one more ride......just the two of us......”


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Meanwhile at the stables, Mike, Jack, and the girls noticed that Jason has been missing for the past twelve hours and are getting increasingly worried. Jack saddles up Buddy and goes to find Jason in the prairies, but before he can ride off into the sunrise, the girls notice something in the distance.

“Hold up Jack....don’t go yet....”
“What is it, Karilla?”




“In the distance over there....there is a guy riding a horse......Isn’t that.... (GASP) JASON!?”
“Let me see....IT IS JASON!!! And he’s riding DANTE! Completely bareback no less!”




After the man/horse team arrives at the stables and Jason dismounts, he takes the time out to bid Dante a final farewell.

“Thanks for the ride, Dante....now go...be with your family.”




Once again, Jason found himself to be surrounded by hugs and pats on the back from his worried friends......Mike walks up to his friend and glares at him with a silent comment, in which Jason answers.

“.....I’m better now.....”

Jason, you big wuss! Your only regret oughta be you didn't kick Vincent in the nuts.

Black horse + palomino mare = dark bay colt?

If I were Dante, I'd be getting that broad er I mean brood mare onto the Jeremy Kyle show for a lie detector test & a DNA sample!

Aw, how sweet! Although I wouldn't be overly keen on being woken up by horse slobber! Very nice to see Dante's offspring (possibly adopted).

Hope your computer is all right now, Fraroc. What a pain technology can sometimes be.

WOW, I have only read this chapter of your story and it is very very good. I enjoyed all of it and now will have to go back and read the previous chapters. I love horses and plan on getting one in the fall.. (eeekkk... so excited). I laughed out loud about the horse slobber. I will be watching for future chapters from you.
Great Job, keep up the wonderful work.
Tasia.

NEW CHAPTER!!


Chapter Twenty-Seven






The old adage “time flies” rang very true at Six Gable
Stables. Mike, Karilla and the rest of the gang couldn’t believe that it was
already Autumn of 2013. Mike has been working for Jack as a stablehand for well
over a year and it’s been over six months since Jason joined up with the group
of friends. Today was like any other day for Mike, grooming and riding Jack’s
horses like he normally does. He sees Jason in the corner of his eye, putting a
saddle on his new best friend, Lightning.

“I’m just taking Lightning out for a ride.”

“Alright, man.”





As Jason straddled his newest best friend, he couldn’t help
but smile....He smiled for one reason, the reason why Jason is riding Lightning
is because justice prevailed.





He thought back to several weeks ago.....in the
freezing-cold courtroom.....a chill went down his spine as the jury foreperson
read the verdict......

“Has the jury reached a verdict?”
“We have, your honor. State of Colorado
vs. Vincent James Cormier Case No.158321. As to the charge of aggravated
cruelty to animals, we the jury find the defendant, Vincent James Cormier
guilty of all charges.”




As Mike lead Fury out of the stable, he couldn’t help but
gaze at Jason proudly straddling the pure white stallion....A thought crosses
his mind...

“Score one for the good guys!”




Later in the day, Jack called the five friends into the
dining room of his house for a short meeting about some news he received from
the Crystal Falls Humane Society.


“To make a long story short guys, I have been contracted to
rehabilitate and train one of the horses that were rescued when Vincent Cormier’s
riding school shut down. I have the horse’s pedigree on me if you want to look
at it”





After Jack put the paper on the ground, Karilla jumped at
the opportunity to look at the pedigree of the rescued horse.


“It says here that the horse’s name is ‘Blackie’
Ugh....’Blackie’?...I could probably come up with a name that’s a kajillion
times better. Let’s see....thoroughbred mare.... She’s
also six years old and has a black coat with white socks and a white blaze on her
forehead....there is also a letter attached to her pedigree.... ‘Dear Mr. Jack Silver. You are this horse’s
last chance. For the few weeks that we’ve had this mare, she is almost
completely untamable. This mare has been to some of the best trainers in Colorado, but none of
them were even able to get a saddle blanket on her before she goes ballistic.
Sometimes, she gets so bad that we have to inject her with Ketamine. We’ve
heard about how your stablehand Michael Schaefer was successfully able to tame
the Arabian stallion that killed his owner. This is Blackie’s absolute last
resort, if there is anyone that can tame her; it’s either you or your
stablehands. Wow...so when is this horse coming?”


“I’m hoping in the next few days. I suspect that you guys
are going to help me out with this, correct?”





(BEEP) (BEEP) (BEEP) The sudden beeping of a truck disturbs
the brisk autumn morning. Mike and Karilla rush over to the driveway of the
stables.

“Mike! It looks like the rescued horse is here!”

“Let’s take a look!”





As it turns out, the couple’s instincts were correct. Just
like fifteen months ago, a horse trailer bearing the words “Crystal Falls
Animal Rescue: Equine Division” backed into the driveway, but Mike noticed
something amiss.


“Wait....all horse trailers are supposed to have windows,
right? So the horse gets fresh air on the road?”
“Yeah.....”
“It’s weird....there aren’t any. Instead of windows, all I
see is a few air holes....Let’s take a peek in!”
“Not a good idea, Mike. You heard what Jack said, the horse
is dangerous!”
“If we just keep quiet, maybe she won’t notice....”






Mike proceeded to peer into the tiny, porthole-shaped air
vent of the horse trailer, he sees the beautiful black and white mare, being
subdued by a double set of restraining straps on the halter. Suddenly, the
black mare cocks her head and her dark eyes meet Mike’s eye!





Almost instantaneously, the black mare lets out the most
ear-piercing and absolutely terrifying neigh they have ever heard in their
lives. The noise didn’t even resemble the neigh of a horse. It was loud, primal,
and demonic, almost resembling the screech of a pterodactyl. The horrifying
noise was resonated by the acoustics of the horse trailer, alerting everyone
and everything around it. At that point, Mike could only think of one
thing......

“Oh God....I think she noticed us.”





Jack turned around to face Mike and Karilla. A true look of
concern was in his eyes.


“You two need to stand back! That horse is dangerous and
completely unpredictable....I know you want to look at her, but it’s for your
own safety.”


Suddenly, the three of them hear the banging of iron
horseshoes against a metal surface....

(BANG!) (BANG!) (BANG!)

“Oh my God....get back, I think the horse is gonna..."

(BOOM!)




“ESCAPE!!”

The mare breaks out of her containment and rears up on her
hind legs. Both restraining straps on her halter literally ripped off with
brute strength. Mike, Karilla and Jack are horrified to see the sheer amount of
scars decorating her entire body.

“Oh God....look at all of those injuries....poor girl was
abused much worse than I imagined.....F*** Vincent Cormier, that’s all I really
gotta say.”





Jack proceeds to grab a hold of one of the restraining
straps and attempts to calm the spooked mare down, but akin to how violently
Fury acted when he was first brought to the stables, Jack is having trouble.


“MIKE! I could use a little help here!”





Despite being horiffically scarred and looking unkempt with
her fur matted and her mane and tail in knots, Karilla was absolutely entranced
with the strange beauty of the black mare. Just like with both Raven and Fury,
she is sure that with proper training and a human master that treats her with
lots of love, she will be another loyal and trusting steed.






After what seemed to be hours wrangling the black mare, Mike
and Jack managed to get her into Jack’s newly refurbished quarantine pen.
There, she continued to thrash and buck tirelessly.

“I really hope she’s not beyond help” Karilla chimes in.

“I hope so too....”

I learned a new word today, "kajillion"!

Welcome back Fraroc, looks like the gang are going to have their hands full with this one. Don't fancy their job trying to get its coat untangled & living to tell the tale.

“It says here that the horse’s name is ‘Blackie’
Ugh....’Blackie’?...I could probably come up with a name that’s a kajillion times better. Let’s see....thoroughbred mare.... She’s also six years old and has a black coat with white socks..."

How about the new name of "Socks" then (or is that only suitable for kittens?)

This is a good turn for the story. I hope they are able to calm down the poor new horse without getting too many black eyes!