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Posted September 27, 2012
She looked around and heard the clop of hooves. Climbing over a rock wall and scraping her knee, she saw at least 20 wild horses. Taking quiet and slow steps, she reached the first one, a painted stallion. She ran her fingers through his mane and watched as his tail waved in the wind. Slowly, Carri approached him closely and jumped on his back. He bucked, but Carri had a tight grip. She rode him back to the clearing, he still tring to buck her off.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted August 29, 2012
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