Saving Freedom Blog Archive on March 6, 2010, 9:05

by Westerngirl, age 14

The sounds of nickers, screeches, and screaming filled the air. It was unbearable. I tried to get them to run but they wouldn’t. Horses were loyal and they would never leave another member of the herd in trouble. Then I saw him. The horse that I loved. The horse that I had a special bond with. The horse that was mine. His white coat with brown spots was sweating. And now he was being captured. Being tied up for no reason. Heading towards certain death.

I couldn’t let that happen to her. I threw rocks at the men in desperation. They just flinched