I walked through the snow towards the small herd of horses huddled against the fence line. They shifted uneasily at my approach. I pulled the camera from underneath my coat, attempting to shield the lens from the flying snow. They would run soon now I knew. The chestnut one was the first to bolt, wheeling away from the center of the pack. I dropped to my knee as the others followed, the snow rolling from beneath their hooves. Billowing white clouds of cold exploded as they ran. The snow was coming down harder now. I could barely see them......
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