Farmer Finds Missing Horse After 8 Months—When He Gets Closer, A Chill Runs Down His Spine
“Thunder!” George’s shout cracked with panic. The rake hit the dirt as he broke into a run. After all these months—after finally getting his horse back—he couldn’t let him vanish again.
Grass lashed at his legs, the stalks whipping with every stride. His lungs burned in the cold, each breath sharp as glass. Ahead, Thunder’s hooves pounded the ground, a dark blur chasing an even smaller shadow.
George cursed under his breath. At his age, sprinting through the fields after a runaway horse—and some unknown animal—wasn’t just difficult. It was dangerous.
Every step sent a protest through his muscles. The strange creature was quick, weaving through the grass, Thunder close on its heels.
“I’m not letting you get away!” George growled, forcing himself harder. His joints screamed, his boots slipping in the soft earth, but he pushed on.
He would not lose Thunder again.
The chase carried them into rougher ground. George stumbled over uneven dirt but caught himself, eyes locked on the stallion’s shadowy form.
Thunder’s gallop lengthened, pulling him farther ahead. The small creature led the way like a guide through the dark.
At the field’s edge, George’s gut tightened. Rocks and shrubs jutted through the soil, a hazard in the dark. One wrong step could cripple a horse.
“Thunder, stop!” he yelled, voice raw.
Thunder didn’t stop.
George’s boot slid on a rock, sending him crashing to the ground. Pain knifed through his knee, but he shoved himself up and kept going. The sound of hooves was fading.
Thunder and the creature veered left, disappearing into a stand of trees. George plunged after them, branches clawing his arms.
“No, no, no,” he muttered, shoving through the undergrowth. The sounds ahead grew faint.
