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Post by benjiwest on Jun 7, 2011 2:53:24 GMT -5
He ran wild at a point in a herd a young boy called, Montanas Dingos. The herd was different, it realy brought the beauty of the wild horse, the leader, a great blue roan stallion leadd his mares around the dence forsets, leading them to water and grazing places.The young boy would always ride his horse up there to spot them out, for his father. His father was always wanting to get a hold of the MontanasDingos herd, the stallion would of been a great foal producer.
He snorted and kicked as he was being lead into the stall, bobbing his head up and down, Kolten laughed. "Come on Barrel, for now you have to stay in this stall. Its only till you calm". It was like the stallion knew, these stalls were for misbehaved horses, wild and loco horses-like he was once. Finaly into the stall, the lead was unclipped and the stallion snorted, pacing, weaving as he just stood there. It was weird for horses to weave in their stalls. For the stallion, it ment he was scared. "Come down, Terror", Kolten spoke as he played with his ce, sliding it up and down.
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