Martyr turned his white face to look at the stranger more directly as he jerked his head up at his sister's name. His blue eyes narrowed at the reaction more than a little confused and suspicious. Surprise lifted the overo's brows. This random stallion he'd met actually knew Emerson? A thrill of excitement surged and then quelled.
'Your best bet is looking in the Lagoon for her. However, you might wish to be careful there.' The Lagoon.. Someone else had suggested he look there for her this past spring. Martyr had been more sure back then that his painted sister was able to hold her own enough to avoid capture from such brutes. A creeping horror chilled the blue roan to think about how long Emerson could have been there. Had she been there all this time?
He nodded curtly at the advice the spotted stallion was offering him. Escape. She had to escape. Guilt and anger shredded him. Martyr couldn't help himself as the next question left his mouth. "Do you have any idea how long she's been there?" He had to know just how thoroughly he had failed his sister.
blue roan overo mustang mutt stallion . 16.1 hands