The Brumby of the Purple Haze

It All Began At The Beginning Of Autumn In 1975. I Was A Young Girl Who Lived With Myfamily Near A Remote Little Town Called Freemans Waterhole South West Of Lake Macquarie Outin The Bush Miles From My School Friends And Neighbours To Speak Of Except For Creepy Oldmr Peters. Most Days I Had To Fi Nd My Own Entertainment When I Got Home From School Forthere Was Never Anything Interesting On The Tv Besides I Like To Get Out Side And Be Free Likego For Rides On My Horse I Called Sunny Through The Bush And Along The Fi Re Trails With Mydog. Occasionally I Would Come Across Wild Brumbies That Roamed About The Bush And On Thisparticular Day We Found An Old Grey Brumby. My Ride Was Only Going To Be A Quick One Beforedinner But When I Saw This Old Brumby For The Fi Rst Time I Sensed A Certain Feeling About Himlike He Was Special In Some Way. From Here I Knew I Had To See Him Again And Fi Nd Out Where Hehung Out And Who With. This Lead Me To An Adventure That Almost Became Life Threatening Andto Say The Least It Was Interesting Where I Wasn’T Sure If My Mind Was Playing Tricks On Me Orwhat Was Happening. Was It Caused By The Old Brumby? I May Never Know For Sure Or Work Outwhat Really Happened. Maybe Only Time Will Tell