A story from a horse's heart - Part 3

by Doree
(Canada)

They lead me into a strange area. It was fenced and there are other horses here. The other horses nicker at me, telling me I was going to be fine. The two legged tie me to a fence post. I twist and kick but it doesn't budge. I snuffle the ground looking for grass, but it's all just dust. I let out a low, pitiful whinny, calling for my herd.

"Where should we put the mustang?" Asked Clint to another man. I studied this two-legged. He's different, somehow, from the others. More power I guess.

"Put her in the corral with the other mustangs we got." Commanded the powerful two-legged.

"Yes Mr. Villon sir." The two-legged, Davis, led me towards other mustangs. He releases me free of the snakes and I run up to the others.

"How did you get here?" I asked a small paint. She stares up at me with her one blue eye.

"I got captured." She cast her eyes down, as if ashamed.

"You got captured too?" I struck out my hoof mightily. "I tried leading them away from my herd, that's when they got me. I was lead mare." The little paint mare bobbed her head.

"I am known as Kiwi." I tilted my head slightly.

"I am Katrina. Why is your name Kiwi?" She blew through her lips heavily.

"My mother, Greta, wanted a different name for me." I turned away, as she lay down. I walked up to two other horses, a bay and a chestnut, "I am Katrina," I said introducing myself. They stared wearily at me before the bay answered.

"I am Sasha, my sister is Jewel. She does not speak, for the two-legged scared her voice out of her." I gasped slightly.

"How long have you two been here?" The bay stared at me sadly with her sunken in eyes.

"Long enough Katrina, We miss our family so." I glanced around and stared at one horse hiding in the shadows. "Who is that?" I nodded my head towards the dark figure.

"That's Wind. He's a stallion.? As she said his name, he came out of the shadows and stood right beside the fence that kept him from us.

"You're new?" I bobbed my head up and down and studied him. He was a beautiful stallion. His coat was as black as night, his mane and tail slightly crimp.

"I was taken from my herd today." He trotted up and down the fence line.

"I was taken from all my mares." He said, a sad look appeared in his eyes and disappeared so fast, I wasn't sure I even saw it.

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