Fear-scent. Smell of sweat. Choking. Bodies pressing against me. Snorting, neighing, screaming, clanging—fear-scent. Pain. Deep ache in my belly. Fear-scent. What is happening?
I smell my own fear. Flies buzz in my eyes, all over me, over everyone. Fear-scent. Death-scent. Death? Who has been killed? Blood-scent. Who bled?
Hungry…so hungry. I want grass. My throat is dry with thirst. Water. Fear-scent.
Horse crowds behind me. Too tired to kick. My head hangs and flies bite my eyes. Can’t shake them off. More clanging, shouting, fear-scent. Gate opens. Light stabs my eyes. I stagger after other horses out of the trailer. Confused. Fear-scent.
Men with whips lash at us. Pain across my body. Vultures circle a big building. Smell of blood strengthens. Fear-scent.
Herded into building. Gate slams behind us. Eyes burn, mouth dry. Fear-scent. Another gate slams, trapping us. Overpowering fear-scent.
Smell of blood again. Smell of death. They open gate, whip me through. I neigh. Fear-scent.
Why am I leaving my companions?
What will happen to me?
Fear-scent. Sweat on my body. Man in front of me leads me into a small pen. Ground slick with blood. Flies bite. Man raises shiny, sharp thing. What is happening?
…Fear-scent.
My fear.
