Wizard
Abused mustangs lash out. It’s not their fault. But if they hurt someone, that doesn’t matter. They must still be shot, punished, or sent away.
I am an abused mustang. Red-dun Utah mustang spirit. Too many have enticed me to trust them.
Too many have I chosen to trust. Too many have caged me, beaten me, and whipped my eyes.
It will take years for any human to gain my trust.
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