The jousters couldn't convince him to run toward another horse. This big boy, half Percheron, half Morab, steely dappled grey, looked the part but wouldn't play the part. A week ago, I wandered down to the pasture to see him. Last night, I moved him into a barn across the street.
Because I have decided to let go of the ever-vigilant alpha mare who I love, but with whom I cannot breathe.