Do I have any business being in the Peak? No, not really. And yet here I was, slinking along the edges of the mountains as if the cold lofty tops would reveal the mare I sought or the children of mine she'd carried. The thought of possibly kidnapping one of the little rugrats to bait her back into proximity with me was a growing ambition, but there was one minor, tiny, inescapable problem...

I had no idea what either of them looked like.

So you can imagine my surprise when the stench of one of my own brothers suddenly tainted the air and I turned toward it, eyes narrowed and ears pinned with every intention of defending myself and my lurking. However, the creature that appeared was not one of my well-adjusted brothers, but the runaway ex-boss himself. Curious, I fell in line some distance behind him, suspicious of his intent but willing to allow himself the grace to make the mistake before I meted out the punishment.

His demeanor changed so abruptly that it took me a second to realize what was going on, and when I did, a fissure of guilt crawled through my chest. I should let him go, probably. Or I would, maybe, if I had a heart in this cold chest of mine.

"Let's not make a sad day even worse, old man." I utter gruffly, stalking closer with my ears pinned. "I'll make you a deal-" which seemed to be a phrase I said all too often these days. "Agree to come back quietly with me and I'll pretend that this little escape attempt didn't happen. Deal?"

Stallion - Young Adult - 15.2 - Brown Overo