Raya swiped through her phone as she lay in the shade of a pine tree, needles prickling her legs. She had become curious to find out more about this horse and what made her so anti-trailer.    A notification popped up on her phone. It was the rescue, sending her an email with the subject, “rainy day trailer accident: two horses injured”.   Her heart skipped a beat. This had to be what she was looking for. She swiftly opened the link to a digital newspaper that covered ...

The sudden change had been startling, the open hills she’d grown on disappearing in favor of this strange place and its stranger inhabitants. Humans, her mother had called them when the herd spotted them at a distance. Two legged things with an odd interest in them. The dark mare had never thought much of them, even when she’d seen some riding other Loshenka and other types of horses. She had grown from filly to mare within her herd, rushing across the hills they own...

Whoever was in charge of writing all of the horse girl Hallmark movies that Valerie watched as a kid had clearly never interacted with a horse before. They were always tales of a girl and a horse that had been deemed as a ‘lost cause’ – with little hope of redemption or success – and their remarkable friendship. Like the main character was infallible and could do no wrong, an infallible pillar of moral character and horse whispering. See, that was all well and good for making an enter...