08-23-2016, 01:28 PM
A young stallion walked into the field, his eyes were searching for someone, anyone to be with. Letting out a nicker, he waited to see what would come. No one knew his true color, he was said to be a sorrel appaloosa, a chestnut appaloosa or a red roan appaloosa, but he didn't care about color. He cared about what was on the inside of a horse not the out side.