Every Foul Spirit
Katie noted their shaggy bulk as they ran, the short sharp horns.
They all stopped abruptly in their tracks, stood unmoving, ghosts in the tallgrass, staring blankly, then one of them broke away from the rest—the giant bull whose rear half was a dirty white, Kate could see now, sable brown fur covering its head and mottling back over its humped shoulders. It came rumbling like a train across the rolling meadow land, leaving the others behind.
“Miracle,” Katie breathed, her eyes dreamy-wide, her heart soaring.
Hot Chapters