Although the sun was slowly rising, man made light was still needed in the guardian towers. A pinkish tint started to form on the horizon, promising a beautiful sunrise for those awake to experience it. Around this time, the crickets stopped chirping, and all that could be heard was the mushy hoofbeats against the dewey grass. H O M E   >   S T O R I E S   >   H O R S E R I D E