Post by ‡Emily Hunter‡ on Jan 12, 2013 19:35:09 GMT -5
PENNY FOR YOUR THOUGHTS
Wind whipped through Emily's hair as she opened the white gate to the paddock. Her horse, Dreamer, was behind her as she clutched the leadline in her bare, cold fingers. The paddock was scattered with horses, and the sun was setting over the forest and hills. The blue sky was getting a little darker because it was dusk. Emily crap the padlock on the gate behind her. Slowly, she unclipped the line, and the Chestnut horse began to gallop across the field. With a soft smile, Emily sat on the edge of the fence, her black Steve Madden boots stood out against the white fence. "Hey" someone said behind her.