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Subject: No ties bound him away from his hurting daughter, but Gold approached slowly. Pain such as Goldie's demanded respect. Author: Gold Rush [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ] Date Posted: 10:59:20 02/12/03 Wed In reply to: Arabian Night 's message, "- The Confused -" on 22:08:29 02/11/03 Tue Even when the young mare disappeared from sight, the chestnut continued his steady march, not pausing as he crashed into the brush. He had lived too long within the confines of Windy Glen to be unaware of any hiding place. Not that Gold had allowed himself much hiding lately. Especially not in the literal sense. There were children to love, lives to oversee and worries to nurse. With a white snipped, whiskered muzzle, a muzzle that was touched more than once by the grey of age, he prodded the protective shroud that his beloved daughter had pulled around herself. "Golden Fire, come out, love." [ Next Thread | Previous Thread | Next Message | Previous Message ]

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Subject Author Date Her father's presence broke the mold of anger that covered her. Golden Fire 12:25:59 02/12/03 Wed up (NT) -- me, 13:05:04 02/13/03 Thu "Honey!" He exclaimed, his voice a mixture of surprise and anxiety. -- Gold Rush, 19:45:32 02/15/03 Sat She eventually calmed, her sobs ebbing into soft hiccups. -- Golden Fire, 12:21:32 02/21/03 Fri