never give up on the good times;

[{{helena}}]

No, we will not give up now. Not when we have come this far. We will just have to work harder. Yes, I will need to work harder.

The big chestnut stallion rose above the path every fourth step and it felt like we were flying. He dodged trees every other step, I put all my faith in him. I put my life in his care. I let him run, flat out, through the forest at night and he carried me safely home every time. This time was going to be different though. We weren't going back to the stable for a long long time. We were running the night out. And when Bob tired, we would walk, and when he was ready, we would run again. And this would continue for the next few hours until we had managed to find that partnership that we had one had, back before he was broken by Sunny. I was unbreaking him. I was setting him free. I was bringing his spirit forth once again.

And now, it was starting to show in him. One hour into our workout, Bob was passinatly chomping at the bit. He was accellerating with every stride, faster, until he couldn't push himself anymore. And then, he simply sustained that speed. for minutes at a time he would hold a flat out gallop at forty miles an hour or so. His hooves hardly hit the ground, we were moving so fast.

Then I brought him to a walk and let him rest for a while. He was lathered, but free-spirited. He was Himself again. I was sobbing, so happy to have freed my broken horse; so happy to have rejuvinated him. But we were not yet finished. We had miles to go. Once he caught his breath, Bob becan tossing his head voilently, ready to go again. I stood back up and we were off into the night yet again.

We kept going, farther, faster, beyond the limits. The sun was now rising. The dew has settled on the leaves.

The dawn had arrived.