It was December, and only a madman or a fool would travel in this bitter inimical cold by choice, in the gathering dusk, on a weary horse. Well, Thankful Russell was both, or so he'd always understood, and so he kicked up his stumbling mount. Missing the indefatigable Doubting Thomas, retired this three years and more, who looked as if he'd been put together from the tag ends of three other horses and had a temperament like the wrath of God, but who could go all day and come in dancing at the end of it, unlike this spavined hackney.
First Lines Contest 2017: Entertaining Angels
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