Lani noticed the spark of flame in her movement first, the buck, and the loud squeal from the other mares. The flashing of hooves and the stamping that she used to shove them away from a hay bail that had been placed, something to draw the horses closer to the fence, a way to present the herds more so that they could tie their ribbons, try to claim them as their own. He smiled, leaning his weight on the fence as he watched her move, her ears flared back, and she made a sharp bite toward...
