Smilodon Attacking Wild Horses, Roy G. KrenkelDeath clutches at the horse in an emptiness. The horse

Smilodon Attacking Wild Horses, Roy G. Krenkel

Death clutches at the horse in an emptiness. The horse feels naked here. All that lays below is earth, and all that rests above is sky, and vulnerability flows between the two. It is a lonely place. Though the hooves of its companions thunder nearby, the horse does not hear them, just its own heartbeat and the big cat’s breath and the last desperate drummings of its feet against the dirt.