On both sides of the dusty path were fields filled with horses and ponies grazing lazily in the afternoon sunshine, their tails swishing away the clouds of flies that buzzed around them. Amy smiled. It was a sight thaat always made her glad to be home.
She hurried on up the curving drive toward the weather-boarded house and brick stable block with its whitewashed doors. As she drew near, a stall door opened and Ty, Heartland's seventeen-year-old stable hand, came out leading Copper, a chestnut gelding.
 kittycat91 · Sat Mar 12, 2005 @ 05:12pm · 0 Comments |
