When I went to sleep that night, all I dreamt about was the mustang.
How she loped through the field so gorgeous and masculine then the Forest rattled, riders on horses came with ropes and ran after her,captured her, and took her(almost dragging her away)
THUMP! "Ow!"
Ugh! I fell of my bed I must have been rolling, I'm not what you call a sound sleeper.
My mom entered the room with my dad at her side "Sweetie,are you okay? What was that noise?"
"I fell outta the bed mom and yes I'm ok." I said (although I have a busted lip and my right leg and left arm hurt exceptionally bad)
Mom walked out of the room I picked out a pair of blue jeans and my favorite faded long sleeve t-shirt. It had a bleach stain on it ,but who cares?
I checked the mirror to make sure my hair wasn't to ratty and walked out of my bedroom. my dog Sadie was wagging her tail so fast all I saw was a blur of white,red,and brown.
I went to gate A and let Flicka, High Place, Penelope, and Willie in to the main pasture that led to the barn. The four ran to the barn (currently under construction) Penelope leaped over a pile of wood and metal, I closed my eyes, "That horse!" Somehow she always new how to scramble my brain. Flicka,my very own dun mustang, pranced in to her stall. Head held high, tail touching the sky, all proud and mighty. My quarter horse gelding,High Place walked in the stall like a barrel horse because he was. Definitely no Cadillac turns.😄☺️😉😛😝😜😂😋😶 finally Penelope decides to gallop into her stall.gosh she gives me shivers
I drove my four wheeler to gate B and let four others in. Noah,Al,Pebbles,and Rojo (pronounced ro-ho) I fed both herds then while they ate cleaned their stalls and groomed high place , brought him to the mounting block and slid on his back, his warm back. (seeing that this is October) and cantered off to try to find the wild herd.
The sun was starting to peak out and high place was giddy,( but also incredibly cute when he was😍😊) I went were I saw the mustangs last none I searched for them but nothing all I saw was grass and hoof prints. wait HOOF-PRINTS
the horses, maybe I could find them I followed the hoof prints for a hour when they mysteriously ended smack dab in the entrance covered with wild ivy I pulled my pocket knife out of my pocket and cut the ivy I poked my head in.
"Wow boy!"
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Whispering hearts
أدب المراهقينYoung Emma Everton is a horse whisperer in Mississippi she has trained taken care of and whispered to tons of horses but when a new horse comes in who has been wild all it's life will she tame this amazing creature or will it capture her heart❤️.
