Angel came out of the man's rather smelly house with a piece of rope, which she tied around the man. She slung him over Gypsy's back, then climbed on herself. Lone Star and Kuzuma stood quietly, waiting to go. They followed Gypsy out of the field to the woods, then down the trail of hoofprints that would lead them home.
And then it started to rain. The rain just drizzled, then it pounded, washing away the trail of hoofprints. Angel kept Gypsy walking forward, then the trail branched. She took the left trail. Then the trail branched again. Angel took the right trail this time and soon found herself in a completely unfamiliar part of the woods.
Angel even passed the fallen log eight times. She went back the way she came, wandered for a while, then passed the fallen log again. She couldn't even find the other trail. Angel looked left and right, then buried her head in Gypsy's mane.
She was lost.
