The Warmblood (2/3)
The clopping sound of hooves on gravel grabbed both of their attentions, prompting the woman to gather her supplies and walking over to the side of the paddock, letting the rope she'd tied to the mare's tail trail loosely on the ground. "All good!" she...
The Filly (1/3)
"'Bit of a runt, isn't she?" The voiced sounded garbled, distant, as though it was underwater. "Think she'll hold?" "She'll have to," another responded. This one sounded male. "They only caught the one, and the boss won't wait. Says the boys have gone...