Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out.
(my 50)
Ulrich adjusted his leather jerkin as he watched the wild herd go rushing around the farmer’s hovel.
He needed a horse and the only way to get one was to capture and tame one.
It was then that he saw the black stallion, “Yip, yip,” and the chase was on.
Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out.
[SARA’S 50 WORDS]
Newcomers to the area never believe the stories. They try to get too close. This year, the town had five funerals after the horses ran through.
One of them was mine. I wasn’t there for it, but I heard it was lovely.
I can’t wait to see where we’re going.
Posting on mobile so I can’t share to Notes but I’ll see if I can figure it out!
Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out. The curious thing is that you can’t actually see neither hide nor hair of them, just the thunder of their hooves, the shaking of the roads, and the sound of their passing.
Unfortunately, if you do chance to see one of those horses, well, no one ever sees you again.
Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out.
This year townsfolk saw a lone ranger riding with them. Rides without a saddle. Sleeps wild. He doesn’t speak but understands horses and they understand him.
He talks in sign. Says there’s no rain to the north. Predator’s moved south. River smells dry and the warning screamed in the wind.
(Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out.) But they always left something behind - pennies. One penny for each horse the old folk used to say.
As soon as the last hoof beats faded in the distance, the children would begin to search the town, but this year they found none. Instead, they found nickels. Must be inflation.
(Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out.)
But, when the fence opened, all the horses hesitated. The first glimpse of freedom can be frightening.
It's always easier to face fear when you're part of a herd. When the black horse went through the gate, everyone followed the first who had the courage to go through the unknown.
(Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out.)
But little Jim Prichard was determined to learn, no matter what Pa said about the danger. Horses were his favorite! He'd ride one someday, with six shooter in hand and a seven-pointed star on his breast!
So he walked over sand and field, looking for where the horses came from.
(Erica's 50 words)
Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out.
(my 50)
Ulrich adjusted his leather jerkin as he watched the wild herd go rushing around the farmer’s hovel.
He needed a horse and the only way to get one was to capture and tame one.
It was then that he saw the black stallion, “Yip, yip,” and the chase was on.
[ERICA’S 50 WORDS]
Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out.
[SARA’S 50 WORDS]
Newcomers to the area never believe the stories. They try to get too close. This year, the town had five funerals after the horses ran through.
One of them was mine. I wasn’t there for it, but I heard it was lovely.
I can’t wait to see where we’re going.
Posting on mobile so I can’t share to Notes but I’ll see if I can figure it out!
[My 50 Words]
Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out. The curious thing is that you can’t actually see neither hide nor hair of them, just the thunder of their hooves, the shaking of the roads, and the sound of their passing.
Unfortunately, if you do chance to see one of those horses, well, no one ever sees you again.
[MY 50 WORDS]
Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out.
This year townsfolk saw a lone ranger riding with them. Rides without a saddle. Sleeps wild. He doesn’t speak but understands horses and they understand him.
He talks in sign. Says there’s no rain to the north. Predator’s moved south. River smells dry and the warning screamed in the wind.
[MY 50 WORDS]
(Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out.) But they always left something behind - pennies. One penny for each horse the old folk used to say.
As soon as the last hoof beats faded in the distance, the children would begin to search the town, but this year they found none. Instead, they found nickels. Must be inflation.
[MY 50 WORDS]
(Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out.)
But, when the fence opened, all the horses hesitated. The first glimpse of freedom can be frightening.
It's always easier to face fear when you're part of a herd. When the black horse went through the gate, everyone followed the first who had the courage to go through the unknown.
[MY 50 WORDS]
(Every five years the great stampede of horses can be heard, and felt, from miles away. Townsfolk are cautioned to stay clear of dirt roads until they’ve passed through safely.
No one knows where they come from or where they’re going, though many have tried and failed to find out.)
But little Jim Prichard was determined to learn, no matter what Pa said about the danger. Horses were his favorite! He'd ride one someday, with six shooter in hand and a seven-pointed star on his breast!
So he walked over sand and field, looking for where the horses came from.