The bay colt galloped across the field towards a rickety brown farm house, then he skidded to a halt and wheeled to face Angel. Angel tried to reach him, to help him, for she saw a trickle of blood on his shank. But her arms couldn't move. A man was suddenly there. He grabbed the colt and dragged him away. The colt looked at Angel accusingly. Angel tried to cry out, but her voice was lost. The bay colt struggled and Angel couldn't help him.
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Angel woke up, aware that she had just hit the floor. Her bed sheets were tangled around her legs. Angel picked herself up off the floor and turned on her light. She looked at her clock. 5:00 am. Angel looked in the mirror. She had no idea what horse she had been dreaming about. She thought hard, but she couldn't find out still. She shrugged and got dressed.
