Indie rode through the field on a bare-backed horse, crying mercy through her lips, running tremors through her toes. She clung to the reigns with her little girl strength and she galloped to escape the burning town. Her mother flung her on the horse with a desperate plea: “Ride Indie. You can ride free.”
Powerful muscles pounded beneath her knees, but her own strength lapsed; she slipped to the ground. Her eyes opened to the gaze of a frail old man and he did what her horse failed to do; he carried her free of the flame-filled town.
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