The tropical dawn is swift. The looming face was 71 over her own once again, and arms as strong as iron bars held her down. The tears were streaming down her face, her voice was thick with sobs. Most of the horses were dead, all but three stallions and two mares left among what was once a thriving stable. They have rescued the child. “Accident! She shot me,” he muttered. Turning now, and running down the terrace.
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