Morgan
One week later
I was stretched out on my back on top of Shiloh.
The sun beat down on us, but there was a slight breeze that broke up the heat. The sky was bright blue with cotton-candy-like clouds.
Shiloh’s head was bent so she could graze. Her mane was half my pillow, the bottom of her neck the other. My feet were crossed over each other, resting on top of her back end as the rest of the horses were around us.
This was a favorite pastime of mine.
I slept while Shiloh ate, and if I weren’t sleeping, I’d let my mind wander as I watched the clouds.
Yes, I was usually content if I was with Shiloh or Shoal, but sometimes I got bored. Those were the days I’d venture to the neighbors’ house seven miles away, or even farther down to see what was going on in the local small town. The
