Post by Vendetta on Dec 7, 2010 23:10:00 GMT -7
Alex stopped by yet another pen that had a group of dusty, skinny Brumbies in it. All three were probably destined for dog-food, and definitely not what she was after. She moved on, past two men arguing over a rock-bottom price for the trio. The big one with the grizzled, matted beard was probably a representative of the local knackers. He had an enormous beer-belly and reeked of cigarette smoke. With a wrinkle of her nose, Alex bypassed them and moved to the next pen.
In it was a gorgeous big chestnut mare, copper all over without a lick of white. Her mane and tail were a shade lighter than her gleaming coat. Alex couldn't believe she was a Brumby, she was so different looking to the other worm-ridden, lice-infested, pot-bellied horses. Unlike them she was in a pen of her own, and she was fretting, trotting up and down the fence and kicking out at anybody who came close.
In it was a gorgeous big chestnut mare, copper all over without a lick of white. Her mane and tail were a shade lighter than her gleaming coat. Alex couldn't believe she was a Brumby, she was so different looking to the other worm-ridden, lice-infested, pot-bellied horses. Unlike them she was in a pen of her own, and she was fretting, trotting up and down the fence and kicking out at anybody who came close.
