fallowland

Updated: May 7, 2025

But on and ever on races the great, black horse head stretched out, ears laid back, iron hoofs pounding on and on, over hedge and ditch and wall over fence and brook past blown and weary stragglers his long stride unfaltering over ploughland and fallowland, tireless, indomitable on and ever on until Barnabas can distinguish, at last, the horsemen in front.

Jeffery Farnol - The Amateur Gentleman