A storm is coming and I am not sure where I am! I lost my rider a while back. You can see that my coat is sweaty from me running. Just look at my chest!

I am torn. Maybe I should head back to civilization. Someone will take care of me, feed me, and give me a good rub down. But then maybe I should keep heading out into the wild! I have never survived out there but I have heard stories about how wonderful it is to be free!

I won’t have anyone riding me all day, putting leather in my mouth, and telling me when to go and when to stop! I can have the run of the range; I can be free!

I wonder where my rider is. Maybe I should head back to find him.