The Red Headed Fury, pt 2

Mustang Diaries Archive on March 13, 2010, 6:10

I walked out into the field, eyes fixed on the red beauty some 200 feet away.

"Tika," I called over the wind.

Her head came up and our eyes met. She began to take a few hesitant steps. I wondered momentarily if she would make a mad dash in an effort to escape. After all, this was only her second day out in the big field, and it was quite the blustery day. I didn't have to wait long to find out as the mare broke into a fast canter, mud splattering left and right as her hooves pounded the ground. But rather than veer off to the right, my girl kept her eyes on her target and