Dark Horse: Confrontation
We continued on until we reached the wall where the path they called Death Walk began, and I was able […]
We continued on until we reached the wall where the path they called Death Walk began, and I was able […]
After a brief run, I slowed our party down to a walk. It was not completely dark yet, and there
As I related the story of the White One to the valley horses, I noticed — in amazement — my
We have been following the adventures of a horse that longed to be white – how he escaped the White
I frolicked until I had gotten myself thoroughly separated from the other horses. Scattered whinnies around the valley told me
I awoke to a diminishing sun and the real sense that everything was backwards. I was supposed to be turning
We galloped all night until a fringe of orange-red light began to outline the mountains, still far in the distance.
I wasn’t all white, but more white than most horses I knew, and fortunately, in the most important places. Most
“For as long as I can remember, I always wanted to be a white horse.” The story of the dark
He’s a dark horse in the night time Heading straight for the enemy camp And he has no fear