I had taken a early morning ride.. It cleared my mind and soul.. as the wind danced against my back and caught my braid.. It was also good for my partner.. Samson had been my beast since I was 10 summers.. after Ord had outgrown him.. He was not a large beast.. but he had a large heart.. Always gentle with me.. but he seemed to be slowing down now.. He had gone through 7 boys until he was given to me. I am not sure exactly how old he is.. but I am sure he is tired.. His large paws maul the ground as we moved quietly against the soft plains grass... but I sense something is just not right... his movements seem choppy.. and he started to slow down until without a notice he reared up, throwing me off his back.. I tried to scramble away as I looked up and he rolled over right onto me... Knocking the breath right out of me.. I could not panic.. as I quietly pleaded with him to get up.. Even with my strong hands.. I could not budge him.. and my leg was starting to go numb.. We were to far from the OR for me to scream.. to far from the wagons for anyone to even notice.. What was I gonna do... tears crested at the corners of my eyes... truly I was scared..my Samson was dead... and I was stuck underneath him..
I would have to wait this out.. until someone rode along and found us.. there was no moving the dead beast off me... and my legs were pinned underneath his hind end.
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