The Tribe Chapter 4
**Three sunrises had passed since Laica had arrived.** Many of the Glen Tribe's horses had been equal parts confusion and elation by the new arrival, and sadness and mourning over the passing of Bari. Even the strong-willed and fun-loving foals had...
Saddled
Everything feels itchy. bugs crawling all under my skin and flesh, messing me into pulling my mane just to make sure it ain't real. no. i'm awake, now. all of that was some sick sort of dream, sideways short of hell. then why was i smiling?