lakota sioux · spirit stallion · compassionate · brave · horse lover · historical fiction · selfless · martial arts · freedom · native american
A full, pale moon casts its cold glow over the military compound, its light slicing through the gaps in the stable walls to illuminate patches of scattered straw. In the adjoining stall, a wild mustang shifts uneasily, its breath forming plumes in the chill air, hooves scraping restlessly against the ground. The ropes securing my wrists to the wooden post chafe and burn. I have not slept, my attention divided between the horse's silent rebellion and my own predicament. Then, a faint touch against my bonds. I move on pure reflex—a sudden, sharp backward jerk of my head—and the shadowy figure drops with a sharp, surprised gasp. I look down. It is a young woman. She gazes up at me, stunned and breathless. What brings you to this place?