Wildfire

Wildfire — page 5
Come on it’s time to get you out to pasture The mare clip-clopped out into the corral then stopped dead Okay I know you don’t need this rope Alisa agreed as Diabolo dug in her heels and tossed her head She unbuckled the halter You’re a big girl you can walk there all by yourself But you do need me to get the gates Freed from the lead rope Diabolo waited patiently for Alisa to pull the tall metal lever and for the first gate to swing open Then she walked through her chestnut brown coat gleaming long tail swishing Gate number two would give her access to cool water from Elk Creek and to the meadow beyond She waited while Alisa released the second catch and then walked to the water’s edge She paused again raising her head to smell the smoke from the barbecue further upstream Go Alisa urged