Good Ol' Whinney

    The horse came back alone from the drop down to the gorge. Ol' Whinney was a reliable horse, so cowboy Jethro knew something was amiss. "Where's Jezebel Ol' Whinney?" Jethro cried. Ol' Whinney just whinnied and moseyed on over to a dried patch of grass for a munch. Well, that's peculiar. Jethro thought, scratching his head. . .  I'd better go see what happened to Jezebel.
    Jethro made his way down the gorge and when he reached the bottom, Jezebel was nowhere in sight.  He did see hoof marks though, so he followed them. As he did, he started to hear neighing growing louder. Soon he found Jezebel prancing and leaping back and forth near a fresh spring. "We'll golly Jezebel, you and Ol' Whinney found us some water! Looks like you left him to do the dirty work though, huh? We're gonna have to do something about that now."
    Jethro took to Jezebel's saddle, much to her dismay, and rode her back up the gorge. She's plenty fresh to ride Jethro thought, she'll have earned that drink. When they reached the top, Jethro hopped of Jezebel and gave Ol' Whinney a good stroke and gave him many praises for coming back to get him. Jethro packed up his things and strapped them to Jezebel, then riding Ol' Whinney, took them all back down the gorge for some refreshment and a good night's sleep.