Mustang Wind

The silky breeze sweeps my mane and tail around me, flowing with the wind. I stand alone on the green hill waiting for the sun to rise over the mountains. A florescent orange just starts to peak over the tips of the mountains when my herd calls for me. My herd contains a few young Mares from Boomers herd. Shadow is a chestnut stallion the runs the primary herd in  western Colorado. He has about 30 mares that have been stolen from us yearlings over the years. Although I have managed to steal my four star mares from him. First there is Star. A 2 year old palomino like me. She is my half sister, King is her sire. He leads the Chestnut herd with his mares but my mother and star managed to escape his grasps.

Then there is Misty. The 12 year old cherry coated mare. She was boomers favorite mare. But somehow I managed to escape with her.

Next is Juliet, the 2 year old buckskin. She is my personal favorite. I plan to keep her within my herd as long as I can protect her. I would sacrifice Star for Juliet if I ever had to. We used to romp in the fields when we were both young foals.

Lastly, Dakota . The 5 year old  cherry bay. She is the most high spirited thing I've ever seen in my two years of life.

My heard calls me again. I recognize the worry in there neighs. The green hill is steep beneath my feet as I gallop down toward my mares. I greet Juliet with my nose to hers and she blows deeply. I sniff the thick air. Somebody out of their territory. I approach the hill and look down upon our undesirable guests. I can recognize that black coat anywhere.

       Shadow gallops gracefully up to a challenge. I neigh to my mares to spread out as I flee from the black shadow. I turn swiftly to the right to avoid his death clutch of a bite. Then I face him and look him in the  eye. My father stares back.  What is a God to others can be a nightmare in the further-most depth for mine.

 I know he wants Misty back from me. But I won't let that happen. I rear to warn him off like I've seen others do in the past. It does no harm to him. He does not stray from me but rears forward on me.

Author's Note

i will continue more