Horse hooves pounded the soft ground beneath their feet as they ran side by side. Wind blew their manes back and the freedom they felt as they ran, rider less, it was the best feeling in the world. Their owners had let them go for a run, not in a pen, tied to a rope, nothing. It was scary at first, they had thought of trouble but when the people made no move toward them they went. It was bliss.
The female Mustang ran ahead to catch up with the rest of the herd. She was beautiful according to the owners. Her brown and white patches made her the talk of the pen where as the others, all mostly one color, he completely black while the others were mostly browns or whites. Striving to catch up he snorted and picked up his speed. The female had already made it to the rest of them while he was trailing behind. It wasn't intentional, he just couldn't go that fast right now, despite his best efforts. Slowing to a canter he eventually came to a complete stop.
Out of all of them there he was the oldest, the wisest and the one who had been the first to be captured by the owners. The female was his daughter, how she turned out the way she did was anyone's guess. He was proud of her and he felt like he would be able to go to the pasture up in the sky soon. There were no worries, he was ready for it. His old bones were aching and as much as he wished to be a young one again, he was grateful for the time he had.
