"No where. She didn't feel good, so she's back at the barn." Diablo shrugged. "Want to go back?"
Rosie watched Sheila. "Want to race?" She asked, trotting over to her.

Quota thought quickly about what could happen if he did what. "Just get away and i won't hurt you!" snarled Quota. He did not want to hurt this horse but he would he it meant helping Miranda and this man that did nothing!
Flare stood stock still not sure what to do. For one she was not sure herself why Rowdy had attacked the man.








♥~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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