For the third time that day the golden creamy swept down on a surprised mare, this time a buckskin. She was very pretty and he possesed a strong will to have her for his own. He circled her, nipped her, confused her, before driving her forth to meet the other two of his herd, who were hidden in thick scrub. His golden mane dripping with dew he watched them, to make sure no one was badly hurt in the quarrelling that would ensue. He wanted a herd, not injured mares!
So Grey,Appaloosa and Buckskin all met...