Fate's Trail

The smell of rain permeated the house, and the visitors were exchanging stories of the last worst storms they remembered.  The talk kept everyone busy and their attention less fearful of the wailing fierce monster that nature had  created outside of the cabin.

Gina kept bringing more beer to the workers.  She was a little tipsy, and kept laughing with the men and subtly ignoring the mean weather.  The thought popped into her head, “I knew this was no ordinary day.”

Sonny kicked his rear legs into the back of the paddock with every shock of thunder, and his nostrils flared and his eyes were excited as he began pawing at the ground, making low and strong snorting sounds.  He began leaning his chest against the nylon gate, testing its strength and everything in the stall; he was looking for a way to free himself.

The stock were spooked, the calves were braying, and the heifers were mooing repeatedly.

The sound of screeching, bending metal, simultaneously with a blast of wind, lifted the barn door up and into the blackness of the storm.

Sonny whinnied frantically and reared onto his back legs, his forelegs coming down over the nylon gate.  Breaking it, he bolted through the barn and out into the raging storm.  He ran with all the forceful energy inside of him.  The lightning bolts hit mercilessly close and strobed the white horse in the relentless skies.  His hooves dug powerfully into the wet earth and with each crash of thunder, Sonny picked up speed and raced with the demons of nature.

His head was set low and his powerful legs were reaching out ahead of him.  He felt the sound shocks vibrating the earth.  Pellets of rain were flying off his drenched coat.  The powerful stallion ran toward a destiny of an undetermined fate.  The thunderous dark, and the egress of the storm, had sent Sonny’s instincts rampant, his spirit clicked into silent correspondence with the raging tempest.  He became nothing less than a wild and efficacious beast, like the storm.