Wildfire and Rose


“It’s going to be 19 degrees F. tonight and not more than 21 degrees tomorrow. We have to get the horses in,” Skip said.

“Especially Wildfire,” I replied. “His coat seems thin this year. He’s not out there with the other horses. I’m going to take Thunder and go to the back pastures to find him.”

“You can’t,” said Skip. “It’s so slick out there. What if Thunder slips?”

An hour later, Rose hadn’t returned. She would search for her beloved Wildfire until she found him. Suddenly, they heard a whinny. Wildfire was covered in snow by the door. So was Rose!

Photo credit Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

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