Post by Captain Stumpy on Mar 3, 2009 12:00:00 GMT -5
The old ranch, once so full of fear is now a glimer of hope for the lone horses of Crooked Creek. A small creek runs though the center of the land and just under the low laying snow is sweet fresh grass. Old post and rail fencing still stand, just other places have fallen with wood rot allowing the braver horses to graze the sheltered paddocks and corral. the pine forest also alows the wairy shelter and hiding from the harsh elements.