Sunday Snippet: Alma Boykin W-I-P

"Saxo, what are you doing?" A firm hand grabbed the back of his neck and collars and hauled him upright. "Boy, I told you—" Master Agri stopped. "That bird's leg." The young, grey-tan great-hauler gelding walked back and forth in his pen, nibbling a little of the fresh food Saxo had given him after he... Continue Reading →

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