One stormy night in the mountains, I lay in bed, over the sound of the noisy storm, I hear distressed neighs, whips cracking and yelling. I jump out of bed and change quickly, I run outside to my Quarter horse, Rusty, he is standing in his stall. I quickly chuck his bridle on and get on him bareback, "COME ON RUSTY!" I yell threw the howling wind and rain. Rusty's strides lengthen as he gallops, "FASTER!!" I say. Soon Rusty and I reach the yelling and the distressed neighs, I see the men, there herding the wild horses into some corral, there scared and worried. What do I do?
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RandomOnce upon a time, the wild horses ran free, led by the stallion as dark as the night, his mares and foals running after him, galloping fast up to the higher grounds where he knew they would be safe. But now the men have caught them all, except one...
