The old palomino mare fell to her knees, the pain surging through her body. She opened one eye, looking at the tall man, watching him put his gun back into his belt, smirking. He heard echoed whinnies. Her son was coming soon, but the mare knew that she wasn't going to make it. She closed her eyes, memories flashing back. She saw herself, and her mate Strider in a field.
"Esperanza" The black stallion whispered, his voice quiet. "I love you"
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