Tackett Farmstead
Stables/Colored Barn

[url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4607834]MJ Tackett[/url], unnamed colored farmhand

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[color=lightgray]Heading into the stable MJ called over at one of the negros who seemed to be hanging about listlessly in the corner. [color=FF6666]"Go and fetch me some water,"[/color] the farmer's daughter demanded, not even considering the need to say 'please' to the lower class farmhand. Moving over to the tack store she quickly chose a brush and a couple of clothes from where they were stored before fetching some soap from the cupboard.

By the time she moved back to the horses the negro was limping his way back in from the hand pump around the side of the bui8lding, a large bucket hanging down between his legs as he struggled wit the weight. MJ rolled her eyes at the display. She should've found one of the white-skinned boys to help her out rather than relying on the worthless wretch, perhaps then she'd have some decent company to converse with while going about her chores.

Sighing to herself the girl remembered back to the sermon she'd listened to that morning, reminding her that good Christian folk were charitable to all they dealt with, especially those of lower station than themselves. Thinking the lesson over she moved her hand away from the riding crop tucked in her belt, and instead simply glared at the farmhand as he set the bucket down beside her and quickly scurried away again.

It only took a few moments of shaving and mixing to build up a good lather, and MJ quickly began to brush down the first horse Sammy, making sure his flank was free from any large clumps of dirt before she began adding the wet soap suds to wash it down properly. Her father had told her many times to leave the grooming to the farmhands, after all that's what they were paid for, but MJ enjoyed taking care of the horses. As she brushed the course hairs down, leaning over to add soap with her washcloth every now and then, the young woman started to let her mind drift away, all her cares vanishing as she slipped into the steady rhythmic motions of her task.[/color]