~the young grey colt~ ~part 2 (horse catchers view)~
we had lost track of that young grey colt, we had chased him down the mountain side and brought him down the bend but were was he now? had we really chased him? he was like the dust and to the dust, that colt would disappear. as we galloped our horses back to our hut, the bell went and we were in trouble.
That was Mrs. Julia Skinner ringing the dinner bell. we had already failed to catch the sire of that beautiful dusty colt and now we had failed to catch him, Aphrah. now we would have to sell our land and eat cabbages for a living.