Eloise, my dam, grazed further away from the herd, slowly inching herself away. My half-brother, Dutch was forced into the trees, until she returned to retrieve him. After a long year after the stallion change; from Dutch’s sire to mine, my dam became the lead mare once more to my father, Durango. He kept everyone in line compared to his age, he was quite young compared to mother. But no one minded, expect Dutch. He was mindlessly tortured by my sire, because he wasn’t his colt, but yet he still was forced by our dam to keep him with her. She moved towards a bushy area and laid down ever so slowly, the pain of labor is something she knows, so taking your time to deliver is sometimes the best thing.
After hours during the day, she rose upwards, sweaty and tired, but turned around to see me, laying there on the soft grass. She smiled and turned to lick me clean, I struggled to get up more than I should have, which I know worried her a lot. Even though I was just a newborn. My