Poltergeist

The brisk air of an unusually chilly autumn morning bit my nose. Stepping out of a truck with a trailer containing yet another horse at 7:00 in the morning wasn't originally the plan, but here I am. The first horse we purchased to kick off our unique breeds program has arrived. A cremello mare named Torreja followed me out of the trailer and into an empty barn isle. I removed the shipping gear from her pale legs and tail. Her slender ears flicked back and forth, listening to the silent ambiance of the empty stalls. I tossed her shipping boots and tail wrap to the front of her new stall, walking her to a paddock closer to other horses. Watching her trot aimlessly into the fog, I admired the length of her tail, just barely brushing the wet grass.