Strolling down the long path way,as you inhale deep breath of the salty sea air,you look
to your left to see gorgeous bay and buckskin stallions nipping and bucking at one another,then playfully race
to the water for a swim.Out of curiosity, you focus your attention on a beautiful chesnut mare and her newly foaled
colt,who is carefully eyeing a tiny fish swimming in a tide pool.Sudenly,the mare whips around and trots away,the tiny
grey colt tries desperatly to get his wobbly legs to go faster to catch up to his mother.
With no more horses around you follow the neat dirt path,you look up to find a huge mansion
sitting on a large boulder,facing the waves.Staring at its marvelous hand-crafted doors,with horse figures,portraits and faces, you hear a sound.Turning to see a woman about 30, in faded Wrangler jeans,and a blue,green
and red plaid shirt, you nearly fall down the stairs.
"Don't look so worried!All are welcome here!" She says in a Western accent.
"Your welcome to stay as long as you like, but..." The woman drawls,
"you might have to help out with the horses." She teases. As she leads
you to the 360 stall barn,you gaze down rows and rows of happy, healthy horses. Seeing a stable hand bring out a handsome,paint
stallion, you gasp at the horses beauty. As the stallion see's his beloved owner, he lets out a low bugle.
She sighs happily, then chuckles,
"Welcome to Faint Horse Acres."
