Waiting For the Black Devil Stallion

Wyoming’s wild black stallion was anticipated for days he had been spotted in the open country on Monday last we sat on our porch nightly, staring out into the openness would he come for his mares? They were ours now, right? the sound of thunder brought our attention to the hills moon in full orb was his background; we felt his power he raced over the rise, the one we had heard of the devil stallion, brute force. And he did not leave alone.