[Jim didn't notice Spock. He was too focused on the bucking kicking horse. It threw its head back and forth, snorting, whining, it kicked against its stall sending a plank of wood flying.
Jim gripped the reins, holding tight despite being thrashed about. He forced them back, growling.]
You're going to take me outside. And you're not going to give me any trouble about it.
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Date: 2013-07-18 11:52 pm (UTC)Jim gripped the reins, holding tight despite being thrashed about. He forced them back, growling.]
You're going to take me outside. And you're not going to give me any trouble about it.