This has happened: Felicity from Firgrove dragged Emma to Combine district where there would be an auction at the family Goldspur. Once they arrive on foot with their horses so the auction was almost over, so they decided instead to check out instead of the leftover horses that were not sold at the auction.
Which meets Emma Mr. Kembell who messes with a dealer to lower the price of one of the Arab horses, the black mare Dark Shadow, the dealer refused because the price was cheap enough. Emma gets a strange feeling that leads to her later stand with a written agreement that she is the owner of the black mare Sasha. Can this end well for them both?

A new day and a new morning. I stood at the window in only a gray robe and a steaming cup of hot vanilla tea and looked out towards the stables, which was my new observation. Baroness let me move into the Old Library on the first floor where there were rooms for rent during the time they lived on the farm. The room, or apartment, I shared with three horsey girls who had their horses here. All three came from families where they could afford to have one or more horses, I was an exception. I paid the first rent for the first month then after that I started working on the farm to afford to stay in the room. Before that, I lived in Moorland and had horses in Thomas and Justin's stable but I lived with Mrs. Holdsworth, in its own small room upstairs. In my room there were only just a bed, a walk-in dresser and a desk with a desk lamp. In the room here at the library, there's some more. A bed that was standing behind me, a nightstand next to the bed with a table lamp, a large closet that I barely filled with clothes, a desk in the old oak tree and a brand new computer, which for that matter was only for studying. We had a riding instructor here at the farm, which usually give instructions and then homework and test data that we can inside and out for each sample and homework she prepares for us every Friday.

I continued to look out the window and I could see how all the students helped each other with charging horses to pastures, suede, throw on new chips and clean up after themselves before heading out on rides alone or rode lesson for the riding instructor. I stood in my room and felt no envy of those who were working out in the cold. Summer was my feast, in the winter I always spent my time indoors and went never out more than necessary. Though of course, sometimes you have to sacrifice themselves for the heat and withstand the cold out for now I had six horses to confide in, and the good and beautiful heat inside had to hold out until I came into the evening, dirty and filthy with a bad stench of horse stables and horse shit. Quickly, I drank the tea and turned me on to the bed where I began to get dressed.

I kept a tight grip on the jacket to not let out any heat. Outside the sun was shining and the storm had subsided and moved on to the next target. The snow crunched under my boots for when I hastened to the stable. The night after the storm had subsided, the frost had left behind a strong ruler. I hurried into the stable where many of the students are still working on getting the winter covers are on their horses and other students' horses. Which means that I totally missed out suede boxes, I came at the right time for it. I went at the bottom of the stables, past all the students who worked diligently with practiced hands, and up to Angel who stuck his head just as I came and whinnied happily. I raised my hand and patted her hot forehead. It is always nice that someone remembers me, so it was never in school, where they came and went as they did not exist. I went into the booth and saw that she was already his winter blanket. I grabbed her halter and opened up the door of the box completely and started to lead her to one of the larger paddocks where she went along with my other mares and other students' horses.

Angel tripped on his toes beside me. I knew how she would soon explode with happiness. I looked down at her legs and saw that she was not wearing any bandages. With frozen crust I did not dare take a chance on letting her out in the pasture. I went a bit further to see if any more released any horses in the pasture. The large paddock was one of the biggest lying just outside Silveglade equestrian center directly to the left and then a bit out of the field. No horses I could see, just a pristine pasture with a crust that was waiting to get trampled on. I turned around and went back to the stables to wrap the legs of Angel. Just when I had almost arrived at the stables, I was greeted by Chiara, my best friend.

- "Hey, I see you have left your room for the cold, extra points for you!" She said as she came toward me with her moarab stallion Wild Madness, or so that she and several others called him Madness
- "Well, I have six horses to care for., I have no choice." I sighed and patted Angel neck. She was full of energy today and tried to find all the possible migration routes she could to escape out of the new-fallen snow. It was not possible to believe that she was 26 years old.
- "6 horses you say? Then you rode to the family Goldspur yesterday in the storm? Guess there was a certain Felicity who forced you?" Chiara said as she tried to keep track of Madness who tripped on tiptoe around her and wanted to run away.
- "Guess she gossiping?" I murmured low. Not low enough Chiara had really sharp ears.
- "No, I do not have to find out such things., I know how she is so it would not surprised me if she got with you., I'll just drop off jerk in the paddock, see you soon in the barn!" Also, she hurried past me with a rowdy stallion. Angel and I turned around and looked after them as they disappeared down the hill.

Angel stood nicely on time while I wrapped the napkins around her legs. I was just done with the front legs when Chiara just came back, the whole she is full of snow. I could not help but laugh when I saw her.
- "I see that it went well?" I got up when I finally was able to control myself.
- "Hm, you know?, I think I will soon sell damn thing, I have struggled with him for almost 5 years, and still no improvement., I can not believe how he went through breeding assessment. How can a maniac like that stallion get 85 points? it is beyond me? "She muttered sulkily and helped me wrap the hind legs at the Angel.
- "The judges must surely have seen something in him then? He was well three years when he did the test? Horses can be changed with the years, so do we. We mature as we age." She looked at me behind the leg on Angel.
- "If you try to be funny, it was not that fun., The stallion still think he is 1 year and believes he is something!" I laughed heartily at it. I know what problems she endured with Madness and how many times she has been chewing gravel, grass eaten or had mass submerging with the stallion and he was still in her estate.
- "But you have to see something in him because I've heard more times you talk lot of reassuring words to him when he is calm."
- "Well, he is super comfortable in handling, but in riding or conduction, he is like a ticking time bomb waiting to explode." She sighed low and stood up and patted the butt of the Angel who lashed out with its tail straight in my face. Lucky for her that I was already finished.

When almost all the horses were out in the pasture, I looked into the last box. A black Arab pacing back and forth in the box and waited for her turn. She had only just been eating some hay and then the pellet before it was time for the spill in the pasture. Many other students had already looked and admired her from the outside of the box.
- "A black beauty absolute, but what got into you when you bought her? She's nowhere near as calm as they horses you already have?" Wondered Chiara embarrassed when she looked up at Sasha who neighed after his buddies who were out in the pastures.
- "I do not know, but I think it was a sign that she would end up with me., I do not know how to explain it to you!"
- "A gentle heat from the heart maybe?, I felt the exact same thing when I bought Madness. Sick huh?" she said, looking at me then where I stood and held Saschas dark blue halter. I was nervous to go in to her because she was so full of energy. My thoughts were a nightmare. You open the box and bam, she ran me down and takes off at full gallop towards the horses, or the worst possible idea, the road where the cars ran all day. I gulped and stood at the door of the box and opened it. Sasha pricked up his ears against the sound of the door of the box when slowly slid up in front. She turned her head slightly to look better. I held out my hand to her. Quietly she walked up, sniffed at my hand, small nibbled a bit before she then pressed his nose in the palm of the hand and licked. Later went up to me and looked out the door of the box over my shoulder and whinnied loud and pushed me aside and trotted out of the box before she then started at full gallop out of the stables. Me and Chiara stood and watched her disappear around the bend in the stable and out in the open. My worst dream would come true or was it just the beginning of the nightmare?