Don't Tamper with Horses

 

May 9, 2024

Part 9

...Continuing...Moss sighed with relief as the town came into view. His bay horse walked slowly beside him, head hanging as he limped on his right fore-hoof. The thrown shoe hung half-way out of Moss's pocket as the foot-weary pair trudged into town. "Far 'Nuff, ain't that a fitting name? We've gone far enough." Moss glanced up and down the street the empty main drag. The blacksmith's forge...



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