There was no more hay, it had stopped coming…not that there had been much, but now there was none at all. He had been locked in a dark and filthy stall for nearly 6 months. The neglect showed on his coarse and filthy coat… the abuse was accentuated by his prominent ribs and skeletal frame punctuated by hip bones dangerously close to piercing his hide. The stall had not been cleaned at all, he stood fetlock deep in feces and urine. The filth was everywhere and so were the biting insects that were attracted to the blood on his legs and barrel. He could only stand and watch…the darkness and desperation enclosing like the menacing walls of his prison…Today the spring breeze lifted his mane and gently played with his tail. Brianna’s fingers lightly rubbed his withers, they had paused to enjoy the lingering sunshine and hint of orange blossom before returning to the little red ranch, his friends, his home . Kingston’s life had been transformed. These days he watches and waits for his special girl to come to him, she brings him a yearning touch, treats and promises of a life that they will explore and experience together. He has been rescued, he has been rehabilitated and trained, and very soon…he will go home.