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For Claire, horses could only be appreciated in juxtaposition to dinosaurs. On their own, equines were smelly, slobbery, fly bitten bags of meat that belonged in Wild West dramas and the on the posters of tween girls; compared to say, a raptor or Indominus, though, they were angelic herbivores capable of no greater damage than over-grazing in a flower field. Claire, never having been overly fond of animals, decided to rank horses above Allosaurs but below hypoallergenic hairless cats.
The Montana sun beat down on her coppery waves as Claire surveyed the ranch, watching a blue roan trot around its corral. The creatures were all well and good from a distance, but getting on one? That wasn’t something the redhead had it in her to look forward to. The things one did in the name of professional development...
Claire turned as she heard footsteps approaching. “Do you have any that are--uh--cleaner?” She asked, gesturing towards the corral.
