Joanna

As I canter along the trail, a scream comes from the creek. Pushing Storm along, I gallop her to an open field. I give her her head and she takes off at a full speed gallop towards the creek. At the speed of light we’re at the creek. I see a boy in the water, crying. As he explains about his horse running away, he kicks up dirt. “What’s his name?” I ask concerned. He answers, “Blue boy.” “We’ll find him.” I assure him. As I mount he asks to come. “Sure, but hold on.” I say. We canter in the way he said his horse went. Fresh hoofprints fill up the dirt. We see a horse, a nice big bay. She looks at us and rears. I look at her, and she is so scraggly. Her mane is matted and her coat is dull. She runs away bucking and tossing her head. I sit on my horse and watch her graceful gallop.

Should she

Go and try to grab “The Mystery Horse”

OR

Find “Blue Boy” and look for the horse later