wild wild west

Canyon hadn’t been given much choice when it came to his position in the herd. Either he
was going to leave on his own or his father was going to kick him out mercilessly. The stallion was lucky to have such a close friend beside him. Acacia was the horse he went to whenever something was bothering him. He told her all of his secrets since he was a colt, the pair of them hardly separate when they were growing up. Canyon had hardly believed it when he realized she followed him in leaving the herd, she was a flighty mare but Canyon was used to her frights by now. She was a bit more jumpy without the added protection of other horses, but the quality had saved them on more than one occasion.

Besides some close calls, they were doing well. Once he got some food and water in his friend he’d feel much better. At first she seemed wistful, but as the scent of fresh water washed over her Canyon was able to watch the filly come alive. He loved the sparkle in her eye and the flick of her tail as she challenged him with more than her words. The stallion tossed his head in the air and whinnied in response as he surged forward and thundered after her.

She was a dainty piece of wind that had managed to don the flesh of a horse. Canyon’s stride was longer but the little shining filly could race the wind and win. The stallion’s enormous hooves struck the sand and caused huge sprays to fly behind him. He held his tail up high and the white to black hair streamed in the wind. He let out another whinny of joy before putting on another burst of speed aiming to pull ahead at the last moment, trying to splash heavily as he used the water as his brakes.