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The harsh wind bit at her hide, whipping her long tail so wildly, she feared she would be thrown off balance at her precarious height. Her legs were wading through snow that reached past her pasterns and her previously deep purple hide was covered in so much snow she might as well be mistaken for a white mare. It was as Brillantina thought: a horrible day to be alone. No herd to shield her from the oncoming winds or no horse to guide her through the steepest parts of the mountain. Her ...

I was going on a trail ride, roaming the familiar territory of my uncle's farm. My horse, a reliable black stallion with an appaloosa blanket and a steady gait, was responsive as always to my commands and I knew they were always reliable whenever I wanted to simply ride and not micromanage a horse. It was a nice escape from the business of the stables and a well-earned break for all the work I've finished today. I'd just like to congratulate myself for mucking every single stable and refillin...