But when you’re young, emotionally feral, and living on a farm where tempers simmered like a drought about to break, the horse becomes something else entirely. Not a pastime, an anchor. A pressure valve. A way out.
But when you’re young, emotionally feral, and living on a farm where tempers simmered like a drought about to break, the horse becomes something else entirely. Not a pastime, an anchor. A pressure valve. A way out.