Fleet squealed unhappily and kicked Twist's face.He galloped to Chance.
Chance groomed Fleet's shoulder gently.
Heath sighed."I'm sorry.This is all my fault.I wouldn't blame you if you hated me."he said sadly.
♥~Believe in Miracles~♥Do you give the horse his strength or clothe his neck with a flowing mane? Do you make him leap like a locust, striking terror with his proud snorting? He paws fiercely, rejoicing in his strength, and charges into the fray. He laughs at fear, afraid of nothing; he does not shy away from the sword. The quiver rattles against his side, along with the the flashing spear and lance. In frenzied excitement he eats up the ground; he cannot stand still when the trumpet sounds.
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