Mitty - The horse story

Last night I was finishing up some other writing then had to get off, I apologize. I'm on now to write a nice, long chapter.
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Chapter 37

I snapped awake. Why did I fall asleep? Where's that filly I'm taking care of? I rolled to my feet and looked around, the sun was high in the sky indicating it was probably noon. Dead bodies were strewn all over the place, it was pure gore. I felt positively sick. Flies were gathering on Hazel's body which was stretched out, blood and dirt matted her coat. I turned my head away, I wanted to leave this place! It was already starting to smell like rotting flesh. But I wouldn't leave without Agnes, I turned my head to look at her, but she was gone! All that was left was a bed of flattened grass and some bloodstains.
"AGNES!" I yelled, turning around and swishing my tail. "Agnes, answer me!"
I finally realized everyone was gone. Nothing alive was to be seen anywhere. Did they leave me?!!? Why, oh why did I fall asleep? I started panicking, I shot towards the creek, jumping over dead mares and weaving in between smelly piles of dead wolves. I urged myself into a gallop, despite my thirst. Finding the herd was more important! But where were they?! I was growing more and more wary, a sixth sense was warning me to be quiet; I slowed down to a working trot. The sense in me was steadily growing to a panic.
A soft breeze blew and I stopped dead in my tracks. I was upwind of something. Something....dangerous...something I never smelled before. I heard murmuring and a horse neigh! I was standing behind a large mound, large enough to hide me. Sloping downward about twenty yards was a creek; and down by the creek was the strange smell and horse neigh. I peered behind the mound and was shocked by the sight.
Yes, there was horses. Six of them. But they had odd devices on them, but even more shocking was that there were six two-legged creatures talking gruffly and making harsh noises in their throats.
Danger.
Is this why my herd left? What about Agnes? Would Alastair really leave me? I peeked at them again, and my eyes widened when I saw that the filly was with them! SHe was caught! She looked mad, I saw one of the creatures horses greet her. Her eyes flamed like a great furnace, then rising to her hind legs she neighed and pawed the air, trying to get her point across. The creatures didn't pay attention to the skirmish.
It was then that I guess I was sloppy, I felt a sneeze coming up from my nose and I couldn't keep it back. I could fight it no longer! A gigantic sneeze erupted from my nose. The men looked up and started shouting at me! Without a second thought I wheeled and galloped the other direction. I turned around and all the men were on their horses following me! They had these horrid swinging lines that they wound in the air, I couldn't believe my eyes. They were actually riding one of my kind! How could this be happening to me?
I neighed in fury, did they think they could really pull this off? Well, I'd have a few surprises for them. I knew the area decently well, whereas these creatures probably were just passing through. I cut sharply to the left through some pines, they followed without a problem, which I expected. I weaved in and out of the pines expertly, trusting my legs and endurance; I had much confidence in my ability as a runner. Through the pines and into the beating sun, this terrain was very rough and rocky. Hardly and green plants. I peeked behind me, two of the men turned around, no doubt to go back to camp. The other four were still following strong, I neighed at the other horses, "You think you can catch me?"
A chestnut mare called back, "I've outrun many horses, and I can tell you'll be an easy one! So there."
I just snorted and kept up my gallop. She'll eat those words!
I saw the edge, coming closer and closer. I hoped my plan would work to shake them off. I slowed down a bit on my haunches, and started down as fast as I could down the rocky incline.
I skidded all the way down, the men followed me on their horses yelling their fool heads off. At the bottom of the incline there was a roaring river. It was very dangerous and I had to really watch my footing here, for one misstep could send me into the foaming depths of that ravenous mountain river.
The thundering crashed in my ears and my heavy breathing rasped in and out, I could hardly hear the yells and shrieking neighs of the horsemen now, but I still saw them behind me.
Ahead of me was an uphill incline wedged between two granite slabs. It was the most oddest place in the land, extremely odd because no one knew why to slabs of solid granite stuck up out of the ground. The footing would be tricky, because it was rocks. But hopefully it would slow them down to buy me more time to shake them off.
 
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