Post by Corowa on Dec 13, 2011 5:17:18 GMT
The two brumbies grazed at the mouth of a narrow ravine. The wind made a rushing sound as it passed between those steep, unclimbable cliffs, and tore at the tops of even the massive alpine ash.
Yallaban stood only a few feet away from Coreen. The stallion was embarrassed that the spirited grey filly still remained the only member of his herd. There had been no trace of that coal-black mare Imber, or of the handsome Koonara. Yallaban did not think it possible that they still lived. Surely, he would have found some trace of them by now if they had indeed escaped.
So it was that he had brought Coreen down into this rough, broken country. There were few herds of brumbies here nowadays. Most ran up around the Cascades and Bogong instead. There were still stockmen in the mountains, for he had seen the smoke from that slab-and-shingle hut at Dead Horse Gap. Yallaban did not want to risk attracting the attention of man. The stallion knew how much he stood out with his strange markings.
A great gust of wind whipped through the ravine. Yallaban moved closer to Coreen. He turned his body so that it shielded the filly from the worst of the wind. Already, the weather had turned. It must have been raining further east the stallion guessed. But at least here, they were well protected by the tall cliffs and steep sidelings of the ravine.
Yallaban stood only a few feet away from Coreen. The stallion was embarrassed that the spirited grey filly still remained the only member of his herd. There had been no trace of that coal-black mare Imber, or of the handsome Koonara. Yallaban did not think it possible that they still lived. Surely, he would have found some trace of them by now if they had indeed escaped.
So it was that he had brought Coreen down into this rough, broken country. There were few herds of brumbies here nowadays. Most ran up around the Cascades and Bogong instead. There were still stockmen in the mountains, for he had seen the smoke from that slab-and-shingle hut at Dead Horse Gap. Yallaban did not want to risk attracting the attention of man. The stallion knew how much he stood out with his strange markings.
A great gust of wind whipped through the ravine. Yallaban moved closer to Coreen. He turned his body so that it shielded the filly from the worst of the wind. Already, the weather had turned. It must have been raining further east the stallion guessed. But at least here, they were well protected by the tall cliffs and steep sidelings of the ravine.