An equine scream, rife with fear and anger, shot through the air like lightning to wake Astrid from almost-sleep, set her heart and mind racing. It was a high-pitched, but throaty roar of what sounded like a very wild and nearby horse. **Just a little note for next time- this is the best, better place toContinue reading “The Dakotas: Fear, Wild Horses, and The Best Place to Cut a Narrative”
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