After 'the incident', I start trotting over to Daisy and Clover. Daisy is a beautiful dapple grey, and Clover is a blue roan appaloosa. Their coats are reflecting in the sun and glimmering. "Thanks for that back there guys, I owe you one," I say gratefully, "Oh, boy," Daisy starts, "You owe us more than one, Victory." Clover trots over and stands next to Daisy, with a grimace infecting her face. "You... Didn't really stand a chance out there," she says carefully. "Jet is not one to be dealt with. He is the leader of all the yearlings and foals, I wouldn't mess with him..."
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Chasing Victory
DobrodružnéA heartwarming/breaking story of a herd of wild horses that get captured by humans. What will they do to them?
