A storm was brewing. The sky darkened, and a curtain of rain began sweeping towards her. Ominous clouds and a sudden wind spilled over the ragged mountain skyline and raced across the rolling grasslands. Thunder boomed and echoed while forked lightning stabbed at the hills, briefly illuminating the darkening sky.

By Jamie Ross I was bent at the waist with Rebel's front left foot cradled in my lap. I was just tapping in the last couple of nails, replacing a shoe that had been click-clacking down the trail that afternoon, the footwear on his front feet looking more like flip-flops than horseshoes. Sweat dripped from my brow and ran into my eyes as I struggled with the weight of a 1,200-pound horse who was quickly losing patience with me. Tired of standing on three legs, he was leaning