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Flowers came to a stop near the creek bed. Her coat was stained with sweat and dust. She whinnied hoping Apache would come to her.Apache moved aside and let Flowers go on her way. His head down, he trotted back to the newborn and stood a few feet away, keeping guard. If he was fortunate, another lactating mare would stumble upon his little herd. Flowers certainly wasn't going to care for the foal properly.