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    *Warning* Frivilous thread!
    Below are the first few paragraphs of a story that might get published (as Beet Pulp Fiction) if we can find a backer. The way it works is this: Read the paragraphs, add a few of your own. Bulletin Board rules most definitely apply! Anyone can contribute. If you have questions about the plot, where its going, email me please so the story can continue w/o breaks. When you want to break off, start a leading sentence, ie. "His eyes were..." "Then she said...." and let someone else take over.

    General story arc is this: girl is left a fortune, girl buys horse, joins Big Name Trainer's stable, meets poor boy, trials/tribulations ensue. Questions to answer: Will she stay with Big Name? Will True Love prevail? Will Poor Boy make good? And who is that man who's always...watching...at ringside? For those who have not lived in Suffering Pines, make up places or use the ones previously mentioned. Suffering Pines folks, maybe you could start a "reference" thread for us? Characters may move around the country at will, but should not make 180 degree shifts from previously described behavior w/o a *really good reason* (Let's avoid the Dallas shower scene okay?) Humor is good, personal attacks bad. Tasteful lust (smoldering looks, like in the original Harlequin romances) is okay, Smut is bad. If a kid can't read it don't write it! The setting is Moseby's as Our Characters reflect on the events that brought them all together. Have fun!

    SUFFERING PINES -the Beginning

    Jackie entered Mosby's on the Friday night of the Middleburg Classic. The place was packed but over in the corner she spied her friends. As she slid in beside Muffy, Savannah and Vanessa, a casual observer could be forgiven for thinking they were related. They all had that "horsey" look.

    It was hard to talk over the music and laughter but the girls managed. They hadn't been together as a foursome since Devon, and so much had happened since then...

    Jackie was just glad to be a part of the group. For years she'd been the outsider looking in unable to afford the quality of horse necessary to compete at this level. She had worked the circuit as a braider and catch rode occasionally. Until that sweet old Suffering Pines matron with more money than sense left her a pile, with a cryptic bequest:

    "To Jackie O, I leave the rest of my fortune with this stipulation. That you find true love and show everyone how good true love is."

    That had been some years ago, and amazingly, she still had some money left. Her first order of business had been to buy a horse. After years on the circuit, she knew what she wanted. Finding it had been harder and a story in itself. But find it she had, a horse little girls dreamed of, who looked like....
    ~Kryswyn~ Always look on the bright side of life, de doo, de doo de doo de doo
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    *Warning* Frivilous thread!
    Below are the first few paragraphs of a story that might get published (as Beet Pulp Fiction) if we can find a backer. The way it works is this: Read the paragraphs, add a few of your own. Bulletin Board rules most definitely apply! Anyone can contribute. If you have questions about the plot, where its going, email me please so the story can continue w/o breaks. When you want to break off, start a leading sentence, ie. "His eyes were..." "Then she said...." and let someone else take over.

    General story arc is this: girl is left a fortune, girl buys horse, joins Big Name Trainer's stable, meets poor boy, trials/tribulations ensue. Questions to answer: Will she stay with Big Name? Will True Love prevail? Will Poor Boy make good? And who is that man who's always...watching...at ringside? For those who have not lived in Suffering Pines, make up places or use the ones previously mentioned. Suffering Pines folks, maybe you could start a "reference" thread for us? Characters may move around the country at will, but should not make 180 degree shifts from previously described behavior w/o a *really good reason* (Let's avoid the Dallas shower scene okay?) Humor is good, personal attacks bad. Tasteful lust (smoldering looks, like in the original Harlequin romances) is okay, Smut is bad. If a kid can't read it don't write it! The setting is Moseby's as Our Characters reflect on the events that brought them all together. Have fun!

    SUFFERING PINES -the Beginning

    Jackie entered Mosby's on the Friday night of the Middleburg Classic. The place was packed but over in the corner she spied her friends. As she slid in beside Muffy, Savannah and Vanessa, a casual observer could be forgiven for thinking they were related. They all had that "horsey" look.

    It was hard to talk over the music and laughter but the girls managed. They hadn't been together as a foursome since Devon, and so much had happened since then...

    Jackie was just glad to be a part of the group. For years she'd been the outsider looking in unable to afford the quality of horse necessary to compete at this level. She had worked the circuit as a braider and catch rode occasionally. Until that sweet old Suffering Pines matron with more money than sense left her a pile, with a cryptic bequest:

    "To Jackie O, I leave the rest of my fortune with this stipulation. That you find true love and show everyone how good true love is."

    That had been some years ago, and amazingly, she still had some money left. Her first order of business had been to buy a horse. After years on the circuit, she knew what she wanted. Finding it had been harder and a story in itself. But find it she had, a horse little girls dreamed of, who looked like....
    ~Kryswyn~ Always look on the bright side of life, de doo, de doo de doo de doo
    Check out my Kryswyn JRTs on Facebook

    "Life is merrier with a terrier!"



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    ...the gods of conformation had gathered together to create a template for perfection. That perfection was realized in the magnificent bay thoroughbred she now called her own. And as if his beauty weren't enough to stop the heart, he had the mind and movement to match. Their pairing promised a path to everything that she'd always yearned for--but that had seemed so unattainable. At last, the fragments of her girlish dreams were coming together. All that was needed was the trainer that would take them to the top. Someone who could make it all happen--someone with a name. He came to her in the person of...

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    . . . Erik Highborne Booth III. Jackie had known of Erik for many years; his uncanny ability to transform horses with dubious promise into successful show hunters and jumpers was legendary.

    Nevertheless, Erik was a mystery to most. Somewhat reclusive and always unpredictable, ten years ago he had suddenly disappeared from the horse world. Some speculated that his heart had been broken; others that the money had run out due to mismanagement or circumstances more sinister. The truth remained buried, however, and everything about Erik's demeanor suggested that inquiries about the past were unwelcome.

    So, for reasons known only to himself, Erik had abandoned the horse world for ten years or more. But now he was back and was accepting clients at his new facility - and that fact was the only thing of any importance to Jackie.

    Mosby's was bustling that evening. Vanessa, who had stopped and started smoking more times than Jackie cared to think, exhaled a thin stream of bluish smoke and leaned forward on the table, obviously anxious to share a salacious piece of gossip . . .

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    But gossip it was not for many of the patrons had noticed the older woman that had just walked purposefully up to the bar. Her hair was silver and grey, a curly uncoifed style that seemed as comfortable to her as the well worn retro polyester outfit she wore. Her appearance made her an oddity in this setting, but it was old news to those who frequented the horse shows. Inheriting a fortune built by the automotive industry, Fiona Ford had a beautiful farm in the rolling hills of Montpepier Station, next to one of the great horsemen, The Red Fox. Her stallion had produced a long line of winning mares, many stamped with his shining chestnut coat and bright chrome. A nice lady, but a child of the Lindberg era, Ms. Ford kept to herself, never one to flaunt her fortune or behave presumtiously. One could only wonder why she was in Mosby's.

    Vanessa nodded in the direction of the bar and all eyes followed her stare. "Wonder what cosmic forces have collaborated to cause this event?"

    But no one had an answer, the scene was so surreal. Like a Saddlebred winning the green conformation, some things just didn't happen. And to add to the unusual nature of Ms. Ford's presence, who should join her at the bar with a forced smile, but Erik Booth. Vanessa, entrenched in horsedom for eons it seemed, recognized this pairing for what it was: an impossibility. But the two found themselves a table and one could only wonder what was being said amongst the exchnge of nods....



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    “…Omigod!" Vanessa smokily spewed slander. "Didja hear about Strobe Halsey-Endicott? His old groom, like, showed up with a TV crew from Geraldo or somebody. They had a camera and, like, were filming all this stuff and I hear, like, the groom had it out for Strobe BIG TIME. I can’t wait to see the show on TV!”

    Jackie absorbed this news quietly while the other three prattled on. Strobe had formerly been a business partner to Erik and Jackie had always known Strobe to be a fair sportsman and upheld those standards in his barn. Did the former groom, or a rival competitor, have a grudge to avenge?

    Jackie didnÂ’t have time to ponder as Mosby's front door was swept open by . . .
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    She whispered just loudly enough to be heard over the din of conversation and music, "Did you know that right before Erik dropped out of horses he was spending a lot of time outside the show ring with a certain 'shamateur' AA rider who ended up ditching him and marrying her trainer? Erik tried to keep it quiet, but there were a few of us who saw what was going on behind the scenes at WEF that year."

    "Who was it?" asked Muffy, Savannah and Jackie simultaneously?....



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    Vanessa nodded at the raven-haired beauty striding directly to the table shared by Fiona Ford and Erik Booth. She joined them without a word. Erik reached to pull out her chair without rising from his own. They looked anything but the former lovers Vanessa's gossip suggested.
    Fiona was clearly in charge of the meeting and she did not look pleased...



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    But all Jackie's attention was riveted on the unlikely pair at the bar. Seemingly oblivious to the stares of those around them, Erik and Fiona leaned their heads close together, absorbed in conversation.

    Vanessa slapped the table top with an open palm; "Jackie! Didn't you hear what we said about Erik, Strobe, and the AA rider? Aren't you listening?" Apparently, the oddity of the pairing at the bar was lost on Vanessa and Muffy. "Of course I'm listening to you" responded Jackie. "I just don't know anything about the AA rider, and I've always had a lot of respect for Strobe." She glanced over at Savannah who had been unusually quiet and appeared to be hiding behind her beer. Was that a glint of fear she detected in Savannah's eyes?

    It was only then that she redirected her attention to Erik and Fiona and noticed the beautiful woman who had unobtrusively joined them . . .

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    Also watching the Fiona/Erik exchange with rapt attention was Carleton Phipps. He had worked for Fiona for almost 15 years; a trusted and loyal employee, he was only in Virginia for another day or so before returning to Ms. Ford's farm in Southern Pines, a small town nestled among the longleaf pines in the sand hills of North Carolina. He was missing his usual evening trip to Finches, the local watering hole, and decided to give Moseby's a try after having overheard Fiona's stallion manager mention it. Carleton had been born with a silver spoon in his mouth that had quickly tarnished in a family full of abusive men and alcoholics that sqaundered his inheritance on worthless nags, the majority of which barely ever got out of the start gate. Like his grandfather, he had an eye for horses and Fiona recognized it right away. She set Carleton up at the smaller of her farms with a guest house, farm vehicle, and salary. He was quite able to provide for his 2 young boys after his wife left him for an Argentinian trainer who was working at a farm just down the fire lane. His life was taking care of his boys and taking care of Ms. Ford's interests. And right now he was trying very hard to figure out just exactly what interest she might have in Erik Boothe. He was even more surprised that Diane Amos had joined them. It was apparent she'd enjoyed another visit to the plastic surgeon and hair dresser. Her nose was smaller, her cheek bones higher and her naturally mousey brown hair was a much longer and thicker black. So shiny and black it was almost blue. To the unknowing eye, she was beautiful; to those who knew her, she could never be beautiful regardless of the amount of cookie fortune money she spent on surgeons and the like. Carleton remembered well the day Diana had come tearing through the farm when Ms. Ford happened to be in residence. She had 3 labradors trailing behind her running through the flower beds and making a hige mess. The racket had set off one of Ms. Ford's mares who was recovering from a trailering incident and knocked over the trash bins just outside the barn doors. Ms. Ford had stepped out of the house just as Diana was riding by and jumped out in front of her horse waving her hands. The horse spooked and reared depositing a furious Diana Amos onto the sandy earth. Holding the horse's reins, Fiona proceeded to give Diana Amos a tongue lashing like no other for coming through the farm with her dogs. Everyone knew only hounds were allowed to pass through other people's farms - your own dogs stayed home, no exceptions. The fray ended presently with a very indignant Diana Amos walking home leading her horse and by the next morning the story had made the rounds through Red's Exxon, the local tack shop, the laundry mat, and Whiskey McNeils. That was a long time ago, but Carleton didn't think time would change the mutual dislike the two women had for each other. He didn't trust Diana Amos and from what he'd heard about Erik Boothe, he didn't trust him either. he couldn't for the life of him understand why a woman like Fiona Ford was wasting her time in a place like this with people like that. Wishing for the comfort of his own bed, Carelton paid his tab and headed for the door, preparing himself for the dark drive to Montpelier Station. He walked past the table where the unusual trio sat, and as he passed by unnoticed, he couldn't help but overhear....



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    a fragment of a sentance from Eric, "money and that horse", followed by a quick glance at at table where four young women sat. Carleton knew them of course, the Virginia horse community is small and close knit. He immediately suspected that the subject of discussion might be Jackie Dixon. He had known and respected Jackie for a long time, though there had never been the opportunity for them to develop a close friendship. Jackie's fresh attitude and her bright innocence made her stand out from the somewhat jaded group that she hung out with. Should he say something to her about what he had heard? But, why? He had nothing, really but a fragment of conversation, that could have been about any number of people.

    As he hesitated, and gazed at Jackie, her eyes were drawn to his and held. For a moment, their glances remained locked, then both looked quickly away, shaken by the intensity of that moment. Confused, Carleton walked out of the door, into the fresh air of the soft Virginia night. He had to get away and think, before he did anything.

    Jackie, in the meantime, reached over and grabbed Vanessa's arm. "Was that Carleton Phipps?" she asked. "Who cares!" replied VAnessa. "He's old news and not very interesting, if you ask me."

    Jackie dropped the question, but she knew that she would not soon forget that glance. As she sat there, slightly distanced from the conversation that the other three were having, her eyes were drawn to..........

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    [QUOTE]Originally posted by Inverness:
    [B] . . . Erik Highborne Booth III. Jackie had known of Erik for many years; his uncanny ability to transform horses with dubious promise into successful show hunters and jumpers was legendary.

    Nevertheless, Erik was a mystery to most. Somewhat reclusive and always unpredictable, ten years ago he had suddenly disappeared from the horse world. Some speculated that his heart had been broken; others that the money had run out due to mismanagement or circumstances more sinister. The truth remained buried, however, and everything about Erik's demeanor suggested that inquiries about the past were unwelcome.

    So, for reasons known only to himself, Erik had abandoned the horse world for ten years or more. But now he was back and was accepting clients at his new facility - and that fact was the only thing of any importance to Jackie.

    Mosby's was bustling that evening. Vanessa, who had stopped and started smoking more times than Jackie cared to think, exhaled a thin stream of bluish smoke and leaned forward on the table, obviously anxious to share a salacious piece of gossip . . .quote]_____________________________________________

    ...whether anyone wanted to hear it or not. Her eagerness suggested that she'd ferreted out something really juicy--enough to warrant the ceremonial drag on her ill-considered menthol light.

    "Jackie...you still planning on moving Destiny to Highborne Farm?"

    "You know I am, Vanny...why even ask?

    "Well...you ought to know that you might be getting more than you bargained for with Erik."

    "I know all about the rumors, Vanessa..." Jackie sighed, "It's old stuff."

    "Not this! Let's just say a very reliable source at Devon told me that anyone training with him had better think twice--and have really good medical coverage!"

    At this point, Savannah broke in, commanding attention with the soft southern lilt of her honey voice--and a well-placed kick under the table; "Vanessa, you hush up now, hear? Jackie doesn't need to hear any of that!"

    "Fine!" Vanessa shot back, "I won't say another word about it--but don't blame me if Jackie falls off the face of the earth the way Lacey Simmons did! If you recall, she disappeared from the circuit right around the same time as Erik! That's all I'm going to say!" With that, she tamped out her wasted cigarette and immediately fired up another to accompany her silenced pout.



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    QUOTE: LOUISE "her eyes were drawn to ..."


    The group of three in the opposite corner. Jackie wondered to herself why Carleton had not stopped to speak or even acknowlege Fiona. It was common knowledge that Fiona's largesse had financed Carleton's success and that Carleton managed one of Fiona's properties and several of her best breeding stallions. And why would he so deliberately have looked in her direction - what could that have meant?

    Shaking her head, Jackie decided she was being silly and quickly dismissed Carleton's backward glance from her mind. "Don't be ridiculous" she thought to herself.

    Vanessa, still pouting, crinkled her nose in distaste and shot an expertly formed smoke ring at the departing Carleton. "I'm telling you Jackie-O, he's past his prime."

    Jackie nodded in mock assent. There was no point in arguing with Vanessa when she'd passed judgement on a man.

    But Vanessa's comment about Erik continued to nag at her. However crass and unthinking Vanessa's opinions might be, where Destiny's well-being was concerned, she would not take any chances. Jackie determined to talk with Savannah about it later. If there was even a grain of truth in Vanessa's scurrilous remarks she was determined to know.

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    Erik lay motionless amid the rumpled sheets and wayward pillows of a sleepless night. Now, as the dawn struggled to break through the interminable hours of darkness, he breathed a sigh of weary relief.

    He welcomed the long days devoted to the farm's startup. They provided an escape from the ghosts that wanted to claim his sanity. Nighttime had become his enemy. He hated it...almost as passionately as he had loved her.

    His gaze wandered, coming to rest upon the framed photograph of the golden girl who was no more. "Lacey..." he heard himself whisper, his steel-grey eyes clouding with the ache of longing.

    The stillness of the moment was broken by the sounds of the barn coming to life. Whinnies punctuated the morning air, and Erik found himself wondering what this particular day had in store. The new horse was arriving, as was his owner. He only hoped that she would...

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    He only hoped that she would prove to be what he expected. His new business venture was beginning to clear the red, but the addition of a talented new client with a fancy horse was always welcome. His eyes again found the photo on his nightstand. "I promise, Lacey, I'll do it right this time. I'll. . . "



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    ...I'll never forget you" he thought as he pulled on a pair of clean, crisped jeans, a starched white polo shirt, and a pair of black Grand Prix paddock boots. Erik grabbed a quick bite of breakfast and headed downstairs from his hayloft apartment to the barn.

    He passed by his newly purchased collection of winning hunters, a collection that was soon to grow with the addition of a gorgous bay Thoroughbred, owned by a new client.

    His thoughts were interupted by the sound of a van, followed by a BMW, pulling up into the gravel driveway. His heart skipped a beat as a young woman climbed out of the BMW and walked up to the barn...



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    Still a little groggy from the sleepless night, Erik focused intently on the stranger. He felt his heart nearly skip a beat as he realized the newcomer, his new client, bore a striking resemblance to Lacey. His dear, dear Lacey who had died so tragicly from a violent fall from Erik's best Grand Prix horse. The horse that he had spent countless hours tuning. He tried to push back the memory of her death, still fresh in his mind although it had been nearly seven years since her passing.

    Erik walked, albeit tentatively to his new client, "You must be Maribeth Charles." The tall, leggy blonde responded by thrusting her hand out, "That I am! What a fantastic place you have here. I'm sorry I never had time to come out and see it for myself before shipping Rex here but I'd just heard such great things, I knew this would be the place for me."

    Needless to say, Erik was taken by the young woman. Not only for her gregarious personality but for the resemblance of his past love. Taking a deep breath, Erik attempted to keep his mind on business, "I've got a nice big stall for...Rex is it?" Maribeth replied, "Oh, yes! That's my baby." After a smile, Erik continued, "Well, it's ready for him. Maybe you can fill me in on what I need to know about him."

    Maribeth's expression changed immediately and Erik knew there was something behind it. "Well..." she started, "I should forewarn you that...."

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    <BLOCKQUOTE class="ip-ubbcode-quote"><font size="-1">quote:</font><HR>Originally posted by Ben & Me:
    ... His heart skipped a beat as a young woman climbed out of the BMW and walked up to the barn...<HR></BLOCKQUOTE>

    ...and for a maddening instant the sun-streaked hair framing the clean-scrubbed, smiling face made everything else fall away. It registered with his sleep-deprived brain that what he perceived was nothing more than a cruel trick of the mind. Yet as her purposeful stride brought her closer, the impression only intensified.

    "Hello..." she said, extending her hand, "hope we're not too early!"

    Even her voice reminded him of Lacey, light and almost musical to the ear.

    "Better early than late.." he answered, wincing at the terseness of his own words.

    Just then, a nicker of recognition came from the two-horse. The sound of Jackie's voice made Destiny eager to be off the trailer, and he shifted a bit in anticipation of her always welcome touch.

    "Let's get this boy out where I can see him." Erik said, willing himself back into the moment. He was prepared to see a quality piece of horseflesh--but this was something more. He was...

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    He was perfection brought to life. The horse's classic lines bespoke the centuries of breeding which had produced him. Destiny invited comparison to the horses of Stubbs' paintings. He stepped alertly off the van, of course wearing shipping wraps and a bumper. He lifted his sheepskin-haltered head, looked around, and sighed deeply at Jackie, who was holding the other end of the brass and leather shank. Destiny stood quietly for Erik's appraisal.

    "Frankly, Jackie, I don't know where you found him, but I wish I could find another. And he goes as good as he looks?"

    Jackie's answer was to lead the horse in a circle. Erik noticed the massive overstep even at the walk.

    "Yes. He's a Kentucky-bred, a Keeneland July yearling, race trained, but he never started. He's not made up over fences, but he's smart, has an auto change, and he's already bailed me out a time or two. He's going to be the perfect amateur owner horse."

    "We'll see about that," Erik answered. "He's too pretty not to do the conformation divisions too, and I know just the professional. . . "

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    ...Jeffery Stewart. And I'm sure that once he catches a glimpse of this boy, he'll be dying to throw his Butet up there!"

    "Oh wonderful," gushed Jackie. "I've always loved his style, what a wonderful rider! I just know he'll be able to take Destiny to the winner circle at Devon!"

    "Well, thats what we all hope for Jackie. But first lets get this fellow unwrapped and into a nice stall," replied Erik. Jackie quickly nodded and led Destiny off to the barn.

    Erik walked back up the gravel sidewalk, lined by perfectly groomed flowerbeds. He paused and thought about the resemblence shown between Lacey and Jackie. It was simply uncanny. But he couldn't let that bother him. After all, Lacey was a thing of the past. But Erik couldn't stop blaming himself for her death. He had been witness to the tragic accident and the flashbacks haunted his sleepless nights.

    But he had to forget about it. Lacey was gone from his life forever. He had even sold the horse; he simply couldn't bear to bring back the memories.

    Erik continued to walk up the sidewalk and walked into the wide barn aisle. He went down to the stall that Jackie was leaning up against, peering in on Destiny, watching him eat a warm bran mash.

    "Has he settled in okay?" asked Erik.

    "Oh yes," Jackie replied. After all, he has gotten fairly used to travelling. He did do a few smaller A's in the Baby Greens before I purchased him. But I'm not sure if you're familiar with his former owner's story...

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