My horse, my beautiful mare is splayed on the ground, her belly round and exposed. Her legs scrabble in the dirt, then stop when she lets out a moan. I don’t want to see her like this but can’t look away. My knees give out, and I crumple at her side and lift her nose onto my lap so she won’t have to breathe in the dust. Her sides are damp, heaving. The white of her dark, dark black eye shows as she rolls it back to look at me.
“You’re going to be okay, girl. Don’t worry.”
“Cory…”
It’s Sarah. Her voice breaks the bubble world that includes only me and the mare. I don’t want to hear what she’s saying, but the words worm into my head and freeze my heart.
“Say good-bye to her.”
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