Chapter 9 Horse

The old cowboy didn't say anything, Kimberly didn't ask, and took out a square glass from under the counter, clamped a few ice cubes with an ice clip and put them into the glass. Then he skillfully poured out the wine from the bottle, and stopped when the golden wine was not yet gone.

Amberley grabbed the cup and pushed it gently, and the glass slid lightly on the table towards the old cowboy.

The old cowboy didn't look at it, and clenched his fist slightly with his left hand on the table, half open his middle and index fingers, and then blocked it as if he was weak, and then he robbed the sliding wine glass. He then held the glass in his hand with his back.

He picked up the cup and took a sip, then put the glass on the bar, and then continued to look at the countertop with both eyes.

Kimberly opened her mouth at this time

"Mason, this new friend named George wants to buy a horse."

Kimberly thought for a few seconds but couldn't figure out what Zhang Chi's pronunciation was, so George came to her mood.

Zhang Chi was not happy either. He didn't think George was just George. He went to the Americans to correct Chinese pronunciation and could euthanize you. Their tongues seemed to be spoken by us Chinese, and their tongues were trembling.

The old cowboy Mason looked up at Zhang Chi.

Kimberly said again: "The new move is right at the pasture at the foot of the mountain. The pasture just started so it needs a horse, right, George."

Zhang Chi nodded: "I need a Quat. There is no other requirement, just a good training. My riding skills are average, so the price cannot be too expensive."

Old Mason opened his mouth and said, "Six hundred dollars per horse."

"Um?!"

Zhang Chi felt it was a bit expensive when he heard it.

Kimberly stopped interrupting at this time. She wiped the cup on her hand and looked at the two men sitting on the bar. The corners of her mouth were slightly curved, looking like she was smiling.

"It's a bit expensive. Generally speaking, such horses are more than 400, and the good ones are only nearly 500 US dollars," said Zhang Chi.

Old Mason replied directly: "Other horses are other horses, the horses I trained are worth 600 US dollars."

Zhang Chi then remained silent. Zhang Chi didn't want to spoil Old Mason's attitude at all. He did business, and he had to buy and sell, and no one was begging for anyone.

Besides, this is the West. It is not easy for you to buy someone. It is illegal, but buying a horse is not everywhere. Horses here are extremely cheap. If you have the time and ability, you can go to the national pasture with a bridle to catch them. There are millions of abandoned horses on the national pastures in the United States.

He said that, but Zhang Chi does not have such ability. If he had the ability, he would not sit here and drink wine to buy horses.

Kimberly opened her mouth at this time.

"George, I may not know that Mason was a famous horse trainer in the league before. The horses he trained have won many national awards, and there are two Kentucky derbys. Needless to mention other awards..." Kimberley briefly said Mason's previous deeds.

Zhang Chi didn't believe it very much, because if the old cowboy named Mason was really as Kimberly said, then he would definitely be rich. A horse trainer who has won so many awards is not comparable to a middle class. These people can get a considerable portion of the prize every time.

Horse racing is a very popular sport in the United States. The annual triple-champion competition or some major competition is crowded with people, and rich and famous people are competing to appear, making it like a carnival.

Zhang Chi finds it a bit strange that horse trainers can live like this in front of him.

"You go and see Mason's horse and then draw a conclusion. If you don't like it, I'll introduce someone to you." Kimberly said when she saw that Zhang Chi had not spoken.

Zhang Chi still didn't believe it, but he was a little interested in Old Mason, because even if Kimberly lied and gilded on Old Mason's face, the old man was at least a professional horse trainer. He had never seen a professional horse trainer yet.

Of course, the ones in the ranch don’t count. Which cowboy can’t train horses at both ends? If they don’t know how to be considered a cowboy.

"Can I go and have a look?" Zhang Chi asked.

Mason did not respond, but his hand holding the wine glass accelerated to his mouth, and he swallowed the wine in the glass into his stomach in a few sips.

After drinking the last sip, I gently put down my glass, and a thud sound came from between the cup and the bar.

After putting down the cup, I took out a ticket from my pocket and put it on the bar.

"Come with me."

Mason stood up from the bar, reached out to pick up the cowboy hat and buckled it on his head, and turned around and walked towards the door without looking at Zhang Chi.

Zhang Chi immediately collected the beer money and followed Mason out of the bar.

As soon as he left the bar, Zhang Chi discovered that the old cowboy was not driving, but was riding a mixed-blood horse with chestnut hair and a wide white meteor on the bridge of his nose.

Seeing Mason, the horse ran a few sniffs, then screamed twice, and it seemed that it was a pleasure to see his master.

Mason still said nothing, and came to the place where the horse was tied to untie the reins, turned over and got on the horse's back.

“Come on!”

Mason threw down a word and rode his horse forward.

Zhang Chi immediately got into the car and started the car and followed Mason.

As we got on the road, Mason kept walking along the roadside, while Zhang Chi drove behind him.

After leaving the town, I walked about a mile and at a small intersection, Mason turned in, so naturally Zhang Chi had to follow in.

The road is not wide. If two cars meet, everyone must be careful and try to walk along to get through.

After walking along the path for about ten minutes, Zhang Chi finally saw Mason stop for a moment.

A small horse farm is not large in size, because Zhang Chi saw the surrounding fences, which were estimated to be about ten acres.

Usually the area of ​​the horse farm is not very large, because professional horse farms generally do not raise too many horses. For example, Zhang Chi has been to, and his uncle's friend's horse farm only raises about 30 horses, but most of the horses have blood certificates, among which registered pureblood horses account for a large part.

When he arrived at the gate of the horse farm, Mason got off the horse, opened the door, and signaled Zhang Chi to drive the car in. After Zhang Chi drove the car in, he closed the door.

After Zhang Chi entered the gate, he parked the car on the side of the road and got out of the car.

Mason did not get on the horse's back, but reached out and patted it gently. The horse he had been riding back automatically arrived at the place with grass, and lowered his head to chew on the grass.

There are several small fences in the horse farm, and there are several horses eating grass in each fence.

Zhang Chi's attention was quickly put on the horse, because there were several very outstanding Quat horses in the fence closest to him.

These Quat horses are all old-fashioned breeds, which are ordinary horses.

Quater horses are breeds bred by the United States themselves. Generally speaking, there are two types of body types. One is a racing horse. This Quater horse is actually closer to a purebred horse. Quater was originally a unit of length, meaning one quarter, that is, one quarter of a mile, which means that this horse is quite outstanding at this distance.

Another type is the pastoral type, also called the old-fashioned Quart. This type of horse is characterized by flexible turning, calm personality, and strong body. This is quite useful for cowboys and can cooperate with them to drive away the cattle herd, so it is also called the favorite horse of Americans or cowboys.

The few Quats in the fence are very good in size, not tall or short, and their muscles are also great. In short, it is the kind that makes you know that these horses are very strong at first glance.

It is important to be strong in horses, because the job on the ranch is not to perform dressage. When you see a horse who wants to adapt to the heavy work of the ranch, it is the first priority to be strong in your body. No matter which rancher, you don’t want a delicate horse to appear in your ranch.

“All these are OK”

Mason stopped talking.

When he saw the similar horse for a moment, Zhang Chi didn't know how to choose. He looked around the fence and did not decide which horse to choose.

Just as Zhang Chi was carrying a horse, he suddenly felt something behind him. When he turned his head, he saw a huge head, which scared Zhang Chi.

I came back to my senses and found that it turned out that a horse in the fence behind me stretched his head and came over.

Just after taking a look like this, Zhang Chi was attracted by the horse's expression.

The horse's head is red, a rare red color, with a little golden color in the red, like a flame.

But the body is not red, but white. The horse hair is as red as flames from the head to the neck. When the redness reaches the neck, it becomes a little dizzy.

It is pure white from the shoulders to the back, not pure white. The shoulders and belly are covered with red hairs scattered on the white bottom.

it's beautiful!

Zhang Chi was shocked by the color of the horse's fur at first sight.

Like a flame burning on the snow.

As a Chinese, who can refuse this red color?

I originally thought of coming over to buy a Quat, but after seeing this horse, Zhang Chi forgot about Quat.

The horse's head was very close to Zhang Chi, so Zhang Chi reached out and gently stroked the horse's forehead.

The horse did not give in, nor did it bit Zhang Chi, and just let Zhang Chi's palm gently brush over its forehead.

The horse is a hybrid horse, and it looks more like a Quater horse in size, but the color on the body is the manifestation of an American flower horse, and there is a little bit of a Morgan horse in its head.

Mason walked over at this time and stood three meters away from Zhang Chi.

"You like it very much?"

Zhang Chi looked back at Mason and opened his mouth and said, "I won't spend a lot of money to buy it."

"Some people have the chance to have a horse, and it seems to like you very much," said Mason.

In Zhang Chi's ears, it was like seeing the old cowboy pulling out a machete of forty meters. It was all excuses for fate, closeness, etc.

No matter how much Zhang Chi likes this horse, he will not pay more than 600 US dollars for it, not because of anything else, but because he does not allow the small denominators of flat-headed society like Zhang Chi to be presumptuous.

"Six hundred dollars, I won't change the agreed price," said Mason.

Zhang Chi originally thought that the old cowboy was going to cut him off, but who thought that he didn't have such an idea, so he pulled his hand and stroked it on the horse's forehead again.

"Four years old, gelding, the patriarchy is Quarter, the maternal line is flower horse..." Seeing that Zhang Chi really liked this horse, Mason opened his mouth and introduced it.

If the price remains unchanged, it's easy to say. Although it's one hundred dollars more expensive than usual, Zhang Chi can also accept it.

"Can you give it a try?" Zhang Chi asked.

"certainly!"

Mason responded, and after that, he walked towards the stables.

"I have the horse harness I just bought in the back compartment," said Zhang Chi.

After hearing this, Mason stopped and came to the back of Zhang Chi's pickup truck. He reached out and took a look, then carried the saddle on his shoulder and held the bridle on his hand.

I came to the fence and put the saddle on the wooden railing, and walked in with my bridle.

Putting on the bridle, Mason pulled out the red and white horse.

Zhang Chi put the saddle up and tightened the bellyband to the right tightness, and then took the reins from Mason's hand.
Chapter completed!