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The autumn air nipped at Roman’s face as they took in the scenery. The backside of Cactus Bloom Ranch was beautiful this time of year as the trees started changing and cool winds caused the grass on the rolling hills to sway not unlike ocean waves. Dressed in one of their signature oversized hoodies, their riding pants and boots, and a helmet, the cold wasn’t much of an issue. Their blue and black hair was pulled back into a low ponytail, and their riding gloves kept their fingers from go...

Roman ran a hand through their blue hair, sighing. Progress with Baby Girl was slow going, but there WAS progress. Truly, when Roman sat down and really cataloged the gold pearl mare’s milestones, there was actually significant progress. As of two weeks ago, Baby Girl was confident enough to trot around the round pen clockwise, her blind eye facing the fence. In the beginning, Roman’s main goal was to start pushing her boundaries. They knew that the only way for Baby Girl to improve her s...

Roman pulled down a long gravel driveway, thankful to see a roundabout at the end. They parked in front of a modest farmhouse with a wrap-around porch. The sign at the beginning of the driveway indicated that this was the right place, as well as the little sign right by the porch steps saying “Pecan Creek Horse Rescue” in simple but elegant font. Roman turned the old truck off, reminding themself to thank Dakota again when they returned to Cactus Bloom for lending the truck and trailer to...