The Final Scream

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on March 5, 2010, 9:00


Toppyrocks, age 13

The noise started softly, like rain hitting the ground. Then it grew to sound like a distant thunder, then, a roar that filled the air for miles around. Suddenly a giant mass of brown, black and white came over the ridge. The mass was a group of terrified mustangs, running for their life. Just moments later, a helicopter came over the ridge chasing the already exhausted mustangs. The helicopter never tired. Mustangs did. They were coated in sweat despite the winter air. The helicopter never stopped chasing the mustangs, even the youngest, the sickest or the


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