The Red Colt

Stander bred stables was always hot in the summer, the air baked and sizzled and mixed with the dust stirred up by slow tired hooves. It was so hot and heavy that it clotted in my lungs, a dry burning ache. There was no relief, the sun beat down mercilessly straight over head and fried away even the slightest morsel of shade. I found myself restless on these day filled with the need to keep moving, as if searching for a breeze. I would wander from horse paddock to horse paddock clucking to the heat weary horses to see if they wanted company.
There were two twin paddocks just outside the main barn, they were sturdy but old, with crooked cracked fences and worn shelters that had seen their fair share of weather. It was here that two weary mares rested in the shade there heads bent against the heat. In the paddock farthest from me was Bella a small thoroughbred mare with a soft face and sweet disposition. Her colt was a small golden bay with charcoal black legs, his name was Noah and he had the arrogance of his father Navarre. He looked up briefly when I walked over but no amount of cooing could convince him to rise from his shade throne made by his mother's shadow.
Disappointed I moved to the other paddock, to meet the other mare and colt. The mare was completely hidden in the shade of her half stall, and so was the colt at the time. Regardless I stood up on the lowest rail of the fence and clucked.
The colt raised his head and began to slowly amble towards me, his head and ears aimed at me, with a youthful curiosity his amber eyes. He came over to the fence his soft muzzle explored my hand and shirt nibbling them gently. I began to slowly rub his forehead and then comb out the tangles in his feathery mane. He leaned in to my stroking causing the fence to creak. It was peaceful just sitting there in the heat, with the little grulla colt, and time slipped by unnoticed. It was a slight shock when I heard the familiar three note blast of my mother's car horn. I quickly jumped off the fence and began to jog towards the car, there was a sudden pounding of hooves behind me and I looked to see the little grulla following me to the other side of the fence. The car forgotten I turned around and began to run the other way, the grulla copied me and wheeled around cantering at my side. The game continued for at least a half an hour of me dodging and weaving back and forth and the colt following in the game with extreme enjoyment. Of course it could not continue forever and the youthful ADHD that colt posses soon made him grow bored with the game and return to his mother without a backwards glance. I could not help but chuckle as he strutted back over to the shelter and collapsed exhausted into a comfortable heap on the toasty ground.