![]() Although it took forever to re-sight the fence, neither of us panicked until we heard voices, urgent but low. The rust-colored one dropped his head and pawed the ground while the winner loped off in an arc, nudging the mares before him.Īs we elbowed back through the grass looking for the dug-out place, avoiding the line of parked trucks beyond, we lost our way. Nearby, colts and mares, indifferent, nibbled grass or looked away. The neighs were not as frightening as the silence following a kick of hind legs into the lifted lips of the opponent. One was rust-colored, the other deep black, both sunny with sweat. They bit each other like dogs but when they stood, reared up on their hind legs, their forelegs around the withers of the other, we held our breath in wonder. Their raised hooves crashing and striking, their manes tossing back from wild white eyes. The reward was worth the harm grass juice and clouds of gnats did to our eyes, because there right in front of us, about fifty yards off, they stood like men. ![]() The grass was shoulder high for her and waist high for me so, looking out for snakes, we crawled through it on our bellies. But when we saw a crawl space that some animal had duga coyote maybe, or a coon dogwe couldnt resist. ![]() The threats hung from wire mesh fences with wooden stakes every fifty or so feet. Like most farmland outside Lotus, Georgia, this one here had plenty of scary warning signs. ![]() ![]() We shouldnt have been anywhere near that place. ![]()
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