Black Bess

by Jazzy

My stable door creaked open and my master came in. I took a mouthful of hay and stood up. He tacked me up before leading me outside. I sniffed the cool night air as my master tightened the girth and mounted. He loosened the reins, the way he new I liked them and with a gentle squeeze we trotted along the road.

We took a turning into the bushes, you wouldn't see it unless you knew it was there, and cantered through the trees invisible to people on the road. My silky black coat helped to camouflage us as we gained on an unsuspecting coach. My master gave me a pat and whispered "go for it Bess." I knew what to do. I shot into to a gallop and sped out of the bushes. "Stand and deliver" came the cry over my shoulder, but one of the people inside had a gun, and i realized he was a guard "run Bess run!!!" my master yelled, and i could tell he was panicking, so i ran, and ran and ran, i ran for my master because i loved him and i knew what would happen if he was caught. I ran all night, and now I'm laying here. I can hardly breath and I don't have enough energy to even move. My master is sitting next to me trying to get me up but he knows it's impossible.

I know I am dying and he knows it too. I shall die before the morning, but i hope he isn't caught for my master is none other than Dick Turpin.

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Sep 26, 2010
your story
by: Sydney

sad but great!

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