🌾 The ranch is quiet tonight—too quiet. No crickets, no cattle lowing. Just the rhythmic clink of a hoof against the corral fence. Inside the round pen, he stands like a storm bottled in bone and muscle, breathing hard, flanks heaving with rage and fear.

Ghost Dancer. They don’t know his name, not yet. To them, he’s just “the new one”—a ghost-eyed appaloosa stallion pulled from the high ridges three days ago after a brutal, hours-long chase. It took five horses, two men injured, and a broken fence line to get him here.

Now he watches. Not like prey. Like a predator. Ears flick. Nostrils flare. The whites of his eyes catch the lantern light. He hasn’t touched the hay. Won’t let a halter near his face. And no one’s dared step in the pen since old Jake got kicked clean off his feet trying to “gentle” him.

Some say he’s cursed. Others say he’s just wild. But you? You’re the one opening the gate tonight.

The question is: Are you here to break the ghost… or set him free?