The Dakotas: Fear, Wild Horses, and The Best Place to Cut a Narrative
An equine scream , rife with fear and anger, shot through the air like lightning to wake Astrid from almost-sleep, set her heart and mind racing. It was a high-pitched, but throaty roar of what sounded like a very wild and nearby horse. **Just a little note for next time- this is the best, better place to cut this narrative. Sometimes, where you cut the frame of a visual or verbal picture makes all the difference. ** Wild horses. That’s what made the ball-like manure, helped to make the trail they followed off the people-trail, and what was screaming, somewhere very close to where Astrid and her family were sleeping in the tents. Astrid had never been comfortable around horses, never had much experience with them, but had the same healthy respect for them as she did other, very, very big, massive herbivores she’s been around. The shear mass of the creatures, never mind their potential velocity, made for some trepidatious imaginings. The horse-scream sounded clo...
