Dusty felt a sort of emptiness as she stared blankly into the rippling surface of the murky stream. The water's reflections of the sunset sky danced across her body as she waded in the water for relief of the Summer's harsh heat. Every day was the same, wake up, eat, drink, sleep. Many horses would be fine with this lifestyle but Dusty wanted more. She didn't know how to fill that hole, that empty room within her heart.
She realized what she was missing when she saw a pair of wild loner horses laughing and chatting. She caught herself staring when the chestnut Stallion lovingly caressed the gorgeous Brindle Mare, in a dreamlike scene, of dusk's low light shining on her in silver hues and on him in golden. She looked away and continued to aimlessly heave through the water, enjoying peace and silence away from the bustle of the herd, and the lulling from the songbirds above.