by grapejuice » Fri Nov 26, 2010 10:13 am
Once they were home, Allie groomed Cyclone until his coat shone beautifully. Then she removed his halter and lead rope, then released him into his large pasture. There he ran along the fenceline, racing his shadow, gaining more and more speed, each turn he made sharp and risky. The stallion whinnied loudly, and he watched the sun as it shone bright in the sky.
Allie was in the barn cleaning up, organizing the brushes and putting away the tack. When she was done, she walked outside and watched Cyclone roll, dirtying his coat again...
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lord how do i become mrs. hutcherson

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