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Year 1500- Summer

                With the drought in full swing, Chenoa barred her eyes against the blazing sun as she looked into the horizon. Something must be beyond those hills. she thought because there was nothing where she and Whiskey currently were. It was time they move on from this barren patch of land, though convincing Whiskey of that would be another battle all together. The stallion, which she’d spent the last two years with, was not known to listen well. Anytime she’d needed them to change locations, she’d had to carefully easy the stubborn stallion into thinking it was his idea.

                Days passed before Whiskey, fell for his mare’s trick and suggested that they leave for better grazing. Chenoa smiled knowing she won, and lead her stallion toward the foggy hills in the distance.

                Whiskey glanced back as Chenoa led him through dry brush and grass. He was on high alert as they were heading into unknown territory, and he knew danger could be anywhere. Every new sound and smell caused Whiskey to guard the roan mare until he was sure any threat had passed. Chenoa just rolled her eyes as she’d become used to Whiskey’s paranoid behavior.
Words: 200

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Well, I've started Whiskey's story. Currently, he and Chenoa are on the move.

Description

Year 1500- Summer

                With the drought in full swing, Chenoa barred her eyes against the blazing sun as she looked into the horizon. Something must be beyond those hills. she thought because there was nothing where she and Whiskey currently were. It was time they move on from this barren patch of land, though convincing Whiskey of that would be another battle all together. The stallion, which she’d spent the last two years with, was not known to listen well. Anytime she’d needed them to change locations, she’d had to carefully easy the stubborn stallion into thinking it was his idea.

                Days passed before Whiskey, fell for his mare’s trick and suggested that they leave for better grazing. Chenoa smiled knowing she won, and lead her stallion toward the foggy hills in the distance.

                Whiskey glanced back as Chenoa led him through dry brush and grass. He was on high alert as they were heading into unknown territory, and he knew danger could be anywhere. Every new sound and smell caused Whiskey to guard the roan mare until he was sure any threat had passed. Chenoa just rolled her eyes as she’d become used to Whiskey’s paranoid behavior.
Words: 200

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Well, I've started Whiskey's story. Currently, he and Chenoa are on the move.