--A rustling in the brush, and the clip-clop of horse hooves on stone ... -- -- --crossroads

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Subject: --A rustling in the brush, and the clip-clop of horse hooves on stone ... --

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Mackenzie Frasier

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Date Posted: 14:25:49 03/21/01 Wed

--A blue-roan stallion trots up the road, a girl perched on his back. Her bright red hair is braided tightly, though a few loose strands have fallen loose to flutter around her lightly freckled face. Her green eyes sparkle with excitement as she slows her stallion to a walk. An unstrung, recurved bow and quiver are on her back. Slowing her pony to a halt, she dismounts with the ease of long practice. Tucking the escaped hair behind one ear, she starts speaking rapidly to him in Gaelic and ties him to a low branch of a tree.--

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