Josue D. Solis

[JOSUE DURON SOLIS]

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[/b][/color][/font] JOSUE DURON SOLIS*


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+Age: Twenty-nine
+Student or Riding Instructor: Riding Instructor – Western Pleasure
+Riding Level: Advanced
+Gender: Male
+Sexuality: Heterosexual

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Josue’s parents were a bit eccentric. First off, the name Josue if pronounced correctly (Ho-sway) sounds a bit on the Hispanic spectrum of things. One glimpse at Josue and one can see that he’s clearly Caucasian. His name was unique and therefore, it grew on him in the passing years of his life. His parents owned a large family-run ranch in Wyoming, nothing but acres and acres of lush greenery with no one else in sight. It was living! Before Josue even mastered walking, he was plopped right on a horse to ensure that the creatures would grow on him. At the age of three, he was given a rather tiny pony to go out on cattle runs with his father, grandfather, uncle, and cousins. He learned how to do things firsthand and the lifestyle of a wandering cowboy grew on him.

By the age of fourteen and having gone through countless ponies, Josue was given his very own horse. It was an older horse that was incredibly experienced and the gelding grew on him. At first, the pair seemed to be polar opposites before they came together and worked as a team. Day in and day out, Josue found himself spending hours in the Western saddle but loving it all the same. He loved sleeping out underneath the stars and being apart of nature. The idea of being surrounded by family made him feel comfortable, and even though he was hardly in school, Josue kept up with his schoolwork. The ride, of course, was literally hours but Josue would make it one way or another. The time he turned eighteen, Josue graduated from high school at the top of class and still managed to be able to do cattle runs.

His beloved gelding, unfortunately, became lame and was kept around as a pasture buddy. Beyond upset, Josue refused to take part of riding anymore even if it secretly killed him inside. He decided to go to college and study Criminal Justice but with this new intention in mind, he left behind his cowboy hats, plaid shirts, and traded them in for three piece suits and dress shoes. The years of college in New York flew by and he ignored the familiar stranger in the mirror for all those years. He graduated from the college in the top ten of his class and went on to apply to the mounted police force in the city. It just turns out that he couldn’t restrain himself from the idea of a mounted police unit, and besides, he missed being on a horse’s back. It was months before he received the letter that he was accepted into the academy. The training was six months of grueling work but it was all worth it.

During his field training, he easily switched into the mindset of an officer and his field training officer passed him. Josue was then introduced to a gelding in which he would be working with and was thrilled when he was given his first chance at being able to guard the busy streets of New York. Josue was twenty-two when he was able to work for the NYPD. The years blurred together and suddenly, Josue was slapped in the face with reality. When Josue was twenty-four and his gelding responded to a riot close to where they had been and immediately responded. Fires were on corners of streets and shooting through buildings, spreading rapidly through the neighborhood. Glass shards were everywhere and used as weapons and facades of store fronts were damaged extensively. Shots resounded in the air and before long, Josue’s gelding stopped, refusing to go any further. He looked down and saw the bullet wounds in his chest and shoulder before Josue dropped down and pleaded with him to survive.

In the midst of all the chaos, Josue called for help but to no avail. He knew he was suffering. Working quickly, he took off the tack in order to put him out of his misery. One shot was given and Josue resigned that day, never forgetting how he looked and never wanted to deal with police work again. He returned home, back to his cowboy hats and plaid shirts and was welcomed back in with open arms. His father and mother knew what had happened, videos circulated the internet and Josue had to relive the moment numerous times as he watched the news. He was crying in the videos, hand shaking, and then that reverberating echo of a round being shot off and the stillness of his gelding.

Trying to forget all that happened, Josue launched himself back into cattle runs, busying himself with various chores that never truly needed to be done. He spent many sleepless nights watching the horses and would be found the next morning in a random stall, passed out from either alcohol or sleep deprivation. His saving grace was his father as he approached him and told him to pick out a mare and stallion to breed them together. Josue already selected them and chose a mare Quarter Horse and a Spanish Mustang stallion. He never really questioned as to why he was given the opportunity to pick out the breeding pair of the season but it didn’t matter.

Months passed and Josue helped deliver the colt. That day his father told him that this colt was his. Stunned and apprehensive, Josue accepted the responsibility and weaned himself off of alcohol to focus on the colt. This very colt helped him persevere and as the years wore on and the colt turned five and Josue was now twenty-nine, they both left for Kentucky to pursue another lifestyle and that was to teach.


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Why do I suddenly feel much… Warmer? The thought brought itself into his mind as he gazed sleepily down upon the brown stain growing in size. His hazel eyes curiously studied it before hearing the faint sound of liquid pouring and colliding with his pale blue pajama bottoms. His groggy eyes then turned towards his right hand in which was holding hot coffee. Immediately he sprung up, and began to squeal with pain. “Ow! Ow! My poor family jewels!” He ran around like a chicken with its head cut off. Finally, his brain began to function and he ran into the kitchen of his apartment. The twenty-two year old man slammed into the kitchen counter as his socks slid across his newly waxed floor. Almost falling flat on his butt, he managed to have the aid of the kitchen counter to catch him. He listened to his mug clatter into the sink whilst he fumbled around for the cold water nozzle. Finally managing to make the cold water turn on, he sighed with relief. The heat dissipated and the sheer look of pure joy crossed his gentle and masculine face. When his “family jewels” were no longer aching with pain as they had before, he jumped off the kitchen counter and onto the floor. Bad move. The five foot eleven inch frame of Rafael Allighiero collided with the floor in seven seconds flat.

His toned frame lay there for a minute, and he mumbled into the floor. His brown hair a complete mess for some parts stuck up whilst others lay flat against his skull and jutted out from the sides. Oh yes, Rafael looked completely presentable to the world, especially with the large portion of his soaked pajama bottoms. Rising slowly from where he lay, he cautiously moved to the safer side of his apartment. Before he departed the kitchen entirely, he glowered at the mug that lay beaten in the sink. He smiled before walking away, leaving a trail of water droplets behind him. He shut off the T.V. he entered the bathroom where he removed his soaked pajamas and boxers, and entered his shower. The hot water hit his body, and Rafael loved every damn minute of it. Shutting it off, he left the warmth behind to suffer a few minutes with being cold. He quickly grabbed a pair of clean and dry pair of boxers before slipping on jeans that complimented the lower half of his torso which was mainly directed towards his butt. He dried off his upper half before putting on a tight bright blue shirt that lit up his eyes. The shirt was a name brand but the lettering in white read “And that’s what happens when you party naked.” Rafael saw this shirt and just had to have it. How could he resist such a… Provocative shirt that had made him giggle the first time he saw it? He gelled his hair so that it looked normal rather than the disheveled mess it once was before. Placing on a pair of comfortable shoes, he walked out the door.

Rafael’s pearly white smile greeted people as he walked past them. Of course, some must have questioned his sanity for being so overly perky on a cold autumn afternoon. Rafael would gladly admit he had no sanity, and would state he was sanely insane just to confuse people. He walked the short distance to the Country Festival where he wanted to merely have fun and be a little kid. He entered the park, and gazed at the rides around him with an awe-struck face. He didn’t even know where to start! Tapping his foot, he muttered to himself, discussing on what ride he should happen to go on first to start his day off right. But he was alone, and being alone was very not.. Fun. He looked around eagerly, trying to find someone that he could playfully tease or make friends with. He smiled as people swirled around him, clearly unfazed with the weather but it was livable. Exhaling into the air, Rafael got distracted by the cotton candy machine. And was he was lured towards the line to have the tasty morsel satisfy his newly founded sweet tooth. Oh yes, his day was starting off on the right foot.

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