The air in the high mountain pass was thin and bitingly cold, carrying the sharp scent of pine needles and the impending promise of a late-season frost. When the search team first spotted the chestnut gelding sprawled motionless against the rocky slope, their hearts sank with the immediate, heavy assumption that the animal had suffered a catastrophic fall or a debilitating injury. He lay perfectly still, his breathing shallow and rhythmic, his large, dark eyes fixed intently upon the ground… Continue Reading ⬇️
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