Post by asenya on Feb 26, 2008 6:01:02 GMT
The porcelain brumby made her way galloping parallel to the Creek. She had been wandering Koszciusko for two years, but had never been to the Cascade Creek before, therefore she never knew about the men that often came here to catch brumbies. Sure, she had seen men before, but she had never actually encountered any before.
comments//I don't care if she gets caught or not :-)