Locomotive Ghost

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A white rush passed the two in a blur and quickly jumped in the trailer; thankful to be out of that small box. The two ranch hands closed the door to the small, stock trailer and latched it shut. Without a word spoken, Allison curiously walked over to the back of the trailer and squeezed out of the barn through the crack. She put her foot on the tire and bounced up so she was tall enough to see through the slits. This filly was beautiful. She was white, a pure, blank paged white. Her eyes were a cold blue and stared violently back at Allison. The filly huffed and pawed. Allison noticed how her tail drug on the ground in thick layers, and how her mane was longer than the thickness of her neck. 'Wow.' Allison mouthed. She knew this made would be a winner, but training her would be a whole other situation.

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⏰ Last updated: Oct 02, 2014 ⏰

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