Unrepentant

The Culprit-Leader of the Rebellion


The follower-unrepentant and an innocent bystander.

Everyone is back to the farm, if not in the pasture with the broken fence. The lush, beautiful pasture with knee high grass. What if anything, compelled them to escape this utopia to an uncertain future? The evidence points to the gray, his legs scratched from hock to fetlock as the test pilot. The one who went through first, he is now relegated to the stall, bandaged from top to bottom. Bear, however, has no more scratches than he did yesterday, obtained from a good roll on lush but sneaky rocky soil. He looks at me with no regret, rolling around in his mind the wonderful adventure of the night before. He's not telling.