Brooklyn shivered and the clops of hooves echoed down the streets. She was riding a solid black Freitas stallion in the middle of the night through the streets. The street light above her flickered and dimmed, her horse nickered below her in anticipation. Despite Brooklyn's hip length hair she was freezing cold in the night. She was dressed in jean shorts and a yellow cut off, her regular barn clothes. She had just finished working at the family farm and was now on her way home. Her brown eyes scanned the dark streets in anticipation.
She kicked the horse to a trot and the clopping of hooves grew more frequent as she rode. Her breath was visible in the dark air and her teeth chattered. She hated the cold and was afraid of the dark, making her very jumpy at night. A loud rustling noise sounded from behind and her breath caught in her throat. A white dog ran down the streets from the bushes then Brooklyn let her breath out. She had never beloved in supernatural creatures of anything of that sort, but she was still weary of the dark and night. 'Only a couple more miles' she thought to herself and focused on the rhythmic sound of horse hooves to take her mind off of the night.