The Thoroughbreds of Peony Stables
The King steered the mares out of the valley and they began to run as if the wind was chasing them. It was the prettiest sight he had ever seen. He heard gunshots behind them, faster! faster he urged them.
The King steered the mares out of the valley and they began to run as if the wind was chasing them. It was the prettiest sight he had ever seen. He heard gunshots behind them, faster! faster he urged them.