My best freind

I thought I was dreaming. Then I heard it again, this time louder, the knock at my front door. No, It couldn't be, its Sunday morning, 7AM. But there it is again. My husband gets up to see who is at the door, a stranger, something about a horse being out an on the highway. But this couldn't be my horse, she was securely locked in last night, and besides the highway is no less …

…dawn, and with the morning fog so thick, he didn't see her until it was to late." I said to him, "I understand, it's not your fault. It's okay." I walked the rest of the way to my car, got in a slowly drove away, and as I turned the first corner, back onto the dirt road, I heard a single shot from the police revolver. I new she was gone forever. My best friend.