"What the hell is going on here?"
Maria's father came pushing past everyone standing in the door, his face was an illuminous red and his eyes, though usually a hazel shade, were a strict black.
Maria looked up worryingly at her father from the horses side, a tall man, small spectacles, rough mouse-brown hair and spotted, fair skin. Maria had been given her mothers looks - fair-skinnned, sandy-blond hair, emerald green eyes and ears that stuck out from the side of her head.
"I'm not sure Mr Monty, but it's Green Dreamer, her leg's been wounded. I don't know if it's from the storm or, if I must say... to me it appears a gun shot wound."
Maria's body felt numb. She was shaky and for some reason she found it considerably hard to swallow the saliva that had collected together in her mouth.
Mat bent down to investigate the wound. Using his naked hands he pulled from the wound a bullet, silver and discoloured due to the covering of fresh blood.
He shut his eyes for a few brief moments and then rose from his knees and hurried back out through the stables.
Maria followed after him.
"Dad, why are you walking away from an injured horse, what's going on?"
Her father did not pause to talk, instead he continued to his office.
Maria entered behind him.
"What the heck is going on dad? For god sake tell me!"
Mat looked at his daughter frustratingly. Then he shook his head and stood up.
"I'll tell you what's going on. Someone's trying to hurt the horses, and us. They're just trying to threaten us, but we're smarter than them and we will beat them."
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I really like the story. I can't wait to see the next story!
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