The Hopeful Wanderer – Swift Hooves

Thunder sounded as a herd of horses broke from a stand of trees, hooves drumming on winter dead grass as they passed. One, the color of butter with black tail and legs, paused beside me, dancing and snorting. "A mountain lion follows," the horse said. "Climb on, before it catches you!" A rustle in the … Continue reading The Hopeful Wanderer – Swift Hooves