Zenith sighs. “They brought him in from the fields. No, he’s wild because he’s.. well he’s a mustang. And he’s been through a lot.” Zenith keeps walking as the lead rope is tugged out of her hand. She stills, but she smiles when she feels breathing in her hair. Stormy had come up behind her. “He’s been through hell and high water, but he’s a fighter. My fighter. And I’m not giving up on him. Ever.”