Unlike the natural herds of the forest these horses were every colour, shape and size. The only thing each had in common was the halter it wore on its head for easy catching. A dumb mistake, Jake mused, it makes them all the easier to steal. He walked casually across the tussocked field, leading ropes dangling at his side and a slick smile on his face. He didn't see horses at all, just money. Like these fools had left their wallets running around in the open with easy-grab-handles.
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