ooc: This is set much earlier in the year, very near the beginning of Laine and Anraí's relationship. Much of this evolved from two AIM conversations with thehorseman's mun, the second half of this directly influenced by an RP log between the characters. Many thanks to the fabulous writer than lets me play with (and abuse) Anraí.

It’s All Over NowShe’d been ( Read more... )

immediately following this post hereLaine didn’t know what time it had been when he’d coaxed her off the couch and up the stairs to her bedroom. She had been far too muzzy to think clearly or offer any protest as he’d helped her undress, tucked her into bed sans her customary pajamas and then crawled under the bedclothes beside her. Not that she ( Read more... )

I spent most of my day at the courthouse today. I didn't want to be there. Didn't want to be doing what I had to be there for. I didn't want to see Colt. Jesus Christ Almighty, I did not want to see that man. That man ( Read more... )

Laine very rarely cuts the work day short on the ranch, especially not when the weather is actually pleasant-and the barometer hitting the low fifties over the weekend certainly qualifies as pleasant in Montana this time of year. But then, it isn’t every Saturday that the Kentucky Derby is held either. This is her equine version of the Super Bowl ( Read more... )

( Forty Licks )

Three days later and Erdshatten was still lame. His left haunch seemed to be bothering him and he shied away from being saddled every time Laine had tried. Resigned, and not a little worried, she gave in and called Dr Anderson. Jack ( Read more... )