Black horse roamed the plains as far as one could see, his whole dilemma was continuing to stay free. He had no idea that some wanted his back, and would soon try too attack. If black horse could talk to those on the outside, he would tell them his back wasn't open for ride.
He ran and ruled the plains proudly, you could hear his thunder clear and loudly. Black horse's coat glittered shinny on the run, it was very easy to see as he romped around in the bright sun. Before and after a burst in ignition, his strong muscular frame showed its definition.
Many had tried to take black horse's freedom away, None of them lived to see another day. Under the hot bright sun bones lay in the dirt and sand, the owners all met their demise stretched out with rope still in hand.
Many had heard of the black horse story, still they came seeking fame and glory. Anyone who claimed black horse for a prize, had no idea of the plains surprise. Black horse was a grand host, no one would ever ride the back of this ghost.
In this collection of Western fiction, I’ve endeavored to bring the reader a little laughter at the expense of my characters, even though they are at times engaged in life threatening adventures. Learn to say something nice to all of your enemies l
In this collection of Western fiction, I’ve endeavored to bring the reader a little laughter at the expense of my characters, even though they are at times engaged in life threatening adventures. Learn to say something nice to all of your enemies l
Chrissy
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