Gallop

The members of the rescue team already knew the name of the blind old stallion carried into the ocean here. My mother, the bravest of the team, saw Amadeo charge in with no hesitation, and she and

the other two figured the wild horse thought he was defending his harem from waves of stallions in tens of thousands. They could hear the horse huff-grunting and screaming, with no idea – with

no care – that the rip current had him. He bit at the waves mocking him, crashed his chest against their massive collapsing chests, his front hooves lifting against their pounding white hooves. He wound his neck