Sam knew the horses would find little shade and less water ahead, but they seemed to think of nothing except outrunning the men and their machine. Sam wondered if the men hovering above could see each running horse, or only a flowing mass of animals.
Here and there ran foals, nostrils wide with effort. She saw a black horse shining like glass and two roans running side by side. As their hooves touched level ground, a helicopter bobbed up behind them.Īs she watched the herd, Sam saw one creamy mane flickering amid the dark necks of the other horses. Maybe she’d been away from the ranch so long, the desert sun was playing tricks on her eyes.
The windshield of Dad’s truck was pitted by years of windblown dust. AT FIRST, SAM THOUGHT SHE was seeing things.
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