Stables

Dry wood, rotting fencing, healthy horses, thriving grass. Mustangs to be precise, some mules.

Creepy creatures, even though I’ve traveled with one for years, I could never get used to their frightful natures. Such powerful creatures, both beautiful and threatening. I’ve heard stories of other horse owners getting trampled by the ones they care for so much. I can perfectly imagine the vision of it. Or perhaps not, I’ve never been trampled by one. But I play out scenarios in my head of what might happen.

And there’s that poodle again.