Dusk Riders
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Buck is a horse with freedom in his veins. When he finally breaks free from possessive people, he realizes that the only thing missing from his life is a family of his own kind. He begins a pursuit to liberate trapped horses and free them into the dusk.
Based on my Breyer Stablemate models, Schliech molds, and other horses from my imagination.
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