Sawyer Thompson

Chapter 1- Seven?

Mr. Thompson's point of view

I had the horses round up, and they were grazing on the crisp green grass, under an impossibly blue sky. I counted the horses, just be sure none had run off. One, two, three, four, five, six... Seven? I had only brought six horses with me. One of those wasn't mine. and I could tell it was the auburn colored one, near Shirly, a grey horse.
I was gonna scare the one that wasn't mine off, but I noticed and infected cut on her right shoulder, and decided to try and get to her to follow my herd, so I could treat her wound.
The sun was starting to set, and I thought it would be good head back now, so we could make it home by nightfall.
The brown horse followed without a fuss, but she was a little nervous and weary at first. I thought maybe Sawyer or Annie would be gentle enough to take care of 'er. They were my sweetest girls.
        We managed to make back to Evergreen before night truly fell, and it became too dark. The auburn horse stayed to the back of the lot, still not sold on the other horses.
       I led her into an empty stall, and she seemed okay there. She seemed happy to be out of the wilderness, to be pampered and taken care of.
     I wondered if she was born in the fields, if she was dumped, or if she escaped from where she was born. I thought about what king of treatment she would need. Antibiotics, dressing for her wound, and gentle training. Definitely Sawyer. Annie wasn't good with 'gross things, like blood or infections'.
    I walked to the house, and quietly shut the door. Slipping off my boots, I tip-toed up the stairs.