<div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Roman_zps7ddc5300.jpg)</div>Roman gave a knowing smirk towards the mare, Bailey, before shaking his head as if dissaprovingly of the behaviour, but all knew that the older stallion found it all very amusing. Unlike his peer Dominic, Roman enjoyed the playful nature that intimacy and familiarity bred between them all - the stable hands were, after all, work-horses that would have otherwise little in common but the work that tanner their hides and covered their muscles in sweat. He would welcome Bailey's playfulness and the young horse's pranks, as well joining in in occasion whenever he could recall some good, harmless joke the long years of working on various farms had taught him.<br/><br/>Roman was not as young as Connor nor Nicholas, and thanked the Heavens for finding himself a fine home in Michael's farmstead. The property was large enough to demand the work of many hands, but not really as wide as the greatest, wealthiest farmers around. No, the wealth it made nourished both the farmer's immediate family and his extended family, the horse-hands, as well. And life was growing all the more confortable to them all. He had just finished tying up one of the hay bails and lifted it up in a bundle when he too noticed the approaching Hailey. He wasn't shy enough to avoid putting her into the trouble of talking to the guys like him, so he approached her with a smile after piling the hay bundle up with the others, knowing that Nicholas would ready them up neatly on the back of the tractor's carriage for storage in the barn. The carriage was half filled already after a long morning of hard work under the baking sun, and the stallion had a wide smile on his lips as he appreciated their joined work for a moment.<br/><br/><strong>"How's it doing, little Hailey?"</strong>The big, beefy stallion asked her came to her, for a glass of water, one eye looking upside down the young woman, while the other kept a respectful glance towards Michael. There was always this unspoken line that should remain uncrossed regarding this fine girl that was growing into a gorgeous woman that, so far, had kept herself away from other farmer-boys from the neighbouring properties. She was indeed an oportunity, but the older stallion knew that he should watch, but not touch. His gaze caught Dominic's, however, and too he directed his eyes to the farmhouse. Michelle. Could Dominic be sharing his own attraction to the brunette, the only woman more forbidden around than Haley herself?<br/><br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(http://i1254.photobucket.com/albums/hh605/JennyFive69/Nicholas_zps4294728d.jpg)</div>Nicholas was about to yell at Roman for not throwing him the bundle already when he looked at the coming girl and grew silent and resentful. He cursed shortly under his breath, knowing he should avoid picking fights, especially with Roman. The stallion was perhaps less imposing than Dominic, but the fact that he was less taciturn and warm towards all the others made the young stud way more shy about voicing such a concern. And anyhow, he too would neglect his tasks for Haley. The young girl was gorgeous, way out of his own league. The youth had been in a journey of self-discovery when he had met Connor while applying for a job at Michael's - for one had to many money, and stables didn't get any finer than the farmer's generous offer in many counties over.<br/><br/>He had felt himself bonding more closely to Connor. Both were of similar built of body, age, and while of different mindsets, both had enjoyed taking longer looks with that unassuming wantom young men felt for women. He hoped that perhaps one day one of them would approach her, in a chilly night, perhaps. But none dared to make a motion - perhaps worried about the older stallions who had an unspoken 'dib' on the mare due to seniority, for knowing her longer, and also fearing that any repudiation could have them cast out of the farm for improper behaviour.<br/><br/>The male adjusted the bundle himself, silently, on the carriage, his eyes on Michael, hoping that the farmer would not berate him on some unseen, unnoticed cause. A job was all he could count upon right now, but some nightly confort could drive his stay longer, and perhaps... make this place a true home.<br/><br/>