A Rough Weekend..
excuse the fact these are just quick screenshots- this is focused more on the story!
Burton was supposed to be taking it easy after hurting his shoulder. But, same day he rode a few more horses. Which was fine! He kept the riding to being short and simple- but- until the evening came.
Without Mark around, he had to take care of some of Mark's horses, and majority of them were very green. and in the process of being trained.
Most of the horses, he just had to do a quick lunge or putting on a saddle and distributing some weight on the horse. But, there was one horse on the list whose been quite infamous around the stables.
a handsome Akhal-Teke stallion named "Saturday"
Burton knows this horse, he knew that Mark rode the horse, and rides him bareback exclusively. There's a whole long story as to why Mark rides him bareback- that's a story for another time. The catch with Saturday is that Mark had nicknamed him "Satan."
You know when the guy whose favourite horse is an aggressive OTTB says that a horse his Satan- he means business.
But, Burton was feeling overly confident that evening and instead of reading the list of hat he had to do; he went out to an indoor arena, during a rain storm., without a helmet, without his phone. alone.
this wasn't gonna go well. But Burton wasn't thinking.
gosh maybe he hit his head falling off Blu
Saturday a pretty impressive horse in how he moves, and he feels great to ride and hes super responsive to ques! This was Burt's first time riding him, and he was really enjoying it at first! Although it did was storming- Satan seemed okay. Burton was a little confused to why Mark had so much trouble with the handsome bay.
He decided to take it up a notch, seeing how good this horse was. "Satan's" ears perked forward and he picked up the speed towards the small jump.
Burton gave him a small squeeze and Satan flew over the jump. Burton hadn't been expecting Satan to over-jump it, but, at first he was okay, Burton knew how to ride a horse, so he thought it was all fine. He only was a little off balance from his injured shoulder and leaned to the left for a moment- but that was enough to make Hell run wild.
At first, it was a few big bucks - he stayed on, it was okay, Burton knows how to ride an angry horse. Then came spinning, bucking, rearing. Burton was holding onto dear life, just looking down at Satan's hooves being tossed every which way- all Burton knew was he did not wanna be down there and how much he was regretting this. Satan looked like a mad bull with the tricks he was pulling. Burton kept his seat, but his damn messed up shoulder is what brought him to failure.
Satan was having enough with this guy on his back and stepped it up a notch.
If kicking and spinning was enough, Satan added in a few canter strides, then a quick spin. Poor Burton had no mane to grab- and Satan managed to get him sitting at an angle.
Satan let out a loud whinny and reared up high. making Burton slip back. He landed down onto the ground hard and spun and Burton also hit the ground hard.
Burton was stuck down on the dirt as an angry horse threw a huge fit over him. He was unfortunate enough to get pounded by those thrashing hooves.
He had no way of getting out of the arena, and had no way to contact anyone to tell them he was stuck in the arena.
Once Satan was done with giving Burton a hard time he bolted out the arena and lord knows where he went to...
Burton ached so badly he was stuck in the arena the rest of the night.
The night before, Winfred had fallen asleep early after baby-sitting Julie. He fell asleep assuming Burton was out doing stable work and woke up early- to him still being gone.
at first thought, he assumed he went back out, But- something felt off. So while Julie was still asleep, went out he went to search for him.
Realizing the sky was getting gloomier, he picked up the pace and found Burton in one of the indoor arenas laying still on the ground.
At first- Winn panicked seeing him so still quiet. But to his asleep, Burton was only asleep.
Winn was determined to get him out of there before the sky broke way to another storm.
He went to go gently picked him up, having moved his leg woke Burton up quickly.
"Oh gosh- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to-" Winn said nervously. Burton could care less at the moment if he hurt, he did not want to be stuck in the humid arena any longer.
"It's fine, just please get me out of here" Burton mumbled. Winn nodded and picked him up.
"Have you been stuck here all night?" Winn asked nervously.
"Yeah,,," He said quietly as Winn carried him out.
"Gosh, I'm sorry I didn't realize you were gone! I thought you were going out late!" Winn apologized.
"It's fine, I'm just glad you found me Winny" Burton said with a relived smile.
Winn got back to the house quick to get inside before it started raining. Winn got Burton situated in bed just in time before it started to storm. It was quite the aggressive storm.
Winfred realized that it was unsafe for him to try and drive Burton to the hospital with the quality of the dirt roads that lead up to the house.
"Hey Mark, when are you and walt getting back?" Winn texted Mark.
"Monday evening. Why whats wrong?" Mark replied.
"WELL I think Burton broke his leg and we have no clue where on of your horses are" Winn texted.
"Oh christ..." Mark replied.
Mark and Walt decided to scrap the plan their plan for a "boy's day out" with all the issues back at home, they drove back in early morning.
Burton was stuck being bed-bound. He was achy all over.
Mark decided that Walt and him could skip the last day of the clinic, after all- it seems like no one back at home knows how to run a stables.
"Hey, Burt? You up?" Mark asked. Burton murmured a little upon hearing the familiar Londoner accent. He perked up a little.
"Ey, we came back a little earlier than planned, Winn told me about what happened" Mark said with a sigh. Burton sat up slightly and rubbed his eyes,
"Wait- how'd you guys get the truck up the road?" Burton asked in a rough morning voice.
"Yeah no, that wasn't happening. The truck and trailer is out at the barn, Walt and Winn are putting the horses away, I just went through the gelding field." Mark said with a nonchalant shrug.
"Oh- but its storming still?" Burton said.
"Yeh. And?" Mark asked.
"Oh." Burton replied. Mark snickered
"Burton, I can deal with a little rain" Mark teased. (I mean, hes from Britain, both of them are. Its not like Irelands much different)
"Well,, I dunno about you but I'm gonna go change into something to sleep in because I'm wore-out." Mark shrugged, and he did as he said and went and changed into some sweat pants. He came back, noticing Burton curled up in a little ball, not looking too happy. Mark quietly sighed and laid down next to him, trying not to move him much, just to be safe.
"Sorry about making one of your horses run away,," Burton muttered quietly.
"Burton, right now I'll worry a little more about the fact you're hurt, okay?" Mark told him and gently placed an arm around him.
"Still, I should've listened to you" Burton whimpered.
"Well, yes that may be true, what happened, happened. Its useless to bicker at you about it now. There's not too much we can do, okay? Am I angry- yeh, a little. But, It's not worth making you feel worse." Mark said.
Burton sighed and thought. Mark gave him a kiss on the shoulder.
"Lets just get some rest, babe." Mark said.
More to come with this story~