horses

Underneath the unforgiving, swirling snowflakes, the two horses, Ginger and Black Beauty stood side by side in their shared stable, their breaths misting in the cold evening air. They were both proud and strong; survivors not only of harsh winters but of the trials they faced in the hands of humans.

In a quiet town in Maine, where the dawn gilded the wooden fences and the evening descended with a hush, lived a man named Eliot. He was a simple man, known for his solitary life and the horses he tended in his ranch. People didn't know much about Eliot, barring the fact that he had a gift, an uncanny knack for understanding horses that seemed to parallel the legendary horse whisperer, Tom Booker, as told in Nicholas Evans' famous book.