As Rustic Russ rides off into parts unknown, as a modern day Marlboro Man (actually self-rolled Bugler…), he knows he creates a frenzy in his wake.
Herd-bound horses.
Raz doesn’t have any trouble leaving.
However, the others staying behind…that’s another story.
Sure, there are two of them. They can console each other.
But they miss their buddy.
They fiercely miss their buddy.
And, I suppose they wonder if he will return.
I’m usually writing in the Wee House when I hear the whinney and pounding hooves announcing their return.
Horse and rider make it back safely once again.
And for this Mustang, that spells safety.
Until tomorrow ~ God bless the Mustangs ~ God willing,
Woodswoman
