Farmer Finds Missing Horse After 8 Months—When He Gets Closer, A Chill Runs Down His Spine
Then he saw it—Thunder wasn’t alone.
The small creature stood beside him, panting softly, its bright eyes fixed on George. It wasn’t fleeing this time. It was waiting. George’s heart gave a sharp squeeze as he stepped forward, every aching muscle protesting, but he ignored the pain. He had to see what this creature really was.
As he closed the gap between them, the creature’s tail gave a tentative wag before it trotted toward him. George bent slightly, bracing his hands on his knees while catching his breath. “What were you two up to?” he managed between gasps.
The little animal padded closer, tongue lolling in an easy pant. George gave a breathless laugh, shaking his head. “You’re just a pup,” he murmured hoarsely. “And you nearly scared me half to death.”
For a long moment, the three of them stood together in the clearing. The tension that had gripped George’s chest slowly unwound, replaced by the quiet hush of wind moving through the leaves.
Then it clicked. Thunder hadn’t been running from him—he’d been guiding George. And the dog had been guiding them both. But to what end? George scanned the clearing, frowning in thought.
There was nothing obviously different about this place—just another patch of trees and grass. Still, something gnawed at the back of his mind, an unshakable feeling that there was more here. Thunder gave a soft nicker, nudging George’s arm.
The dog barked, a quick, eager sound, before glancing toward the deeper woods. George felt the strange pull again, a shared purpose hanging in the air. “Alright,” he said quietly, wiping sweat from his brow. “Lead the way.”
