Margret and Flynn 1875
I walked out into the yard and glanced up at the sky. The clouds were thinning. They were more light gray than black now. And the wind was still. I lowered my eyes and scanned the yard, then looked down the path.There was a horse I had never seen before standing down by the barn. As I started down the path, he jerked his head up and stared at me. He was a tall, jet black gelding, fine-boned and handsome, a well-bred saddle horse. But his eyes were wild with fear. I stopped, afraid he would gallop away. But he didn't. I counted to thirty, then started toward him again, taking small steps, holding my breath, hoping he wouldn't run. As I got closer I could see why he hadn't.