I gasped...the noise was So loud it sounded like a gun...no too squeaky, I was riding a green horse well rather hanging on instead of training the young filly. Instead of holding her back I urged her forwards in to a gallop...I had no time to look what was coming. The noise...the bay horse flinched as the sound threatened us with a piercing screeches..I was out of control grabbing the mane that was so long it whipped my face. Then I saw it.
To Be Continued
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