Black and grey tattoo of a galloping horse with a flowing tail, shaded with light highlights, on the upper back.

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Running horse on upper back

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A galloping horse with a mane swept back and a long, flowing tail is tattooed in black and grey. The outline is clean and the body is filled with soft grey shading and pale highlights that suggest form. The horse sits centrally on the upper back against plain, lightly freckled skin.

Back Horse Mane Tail

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A story inspired by this tattoo · fiction

The grey mare had spent three winters in the lower fold at Haddon Mill, and by the third spring the stable lads had stopped trying to saddle her. Her mane lay flat along her neck like wet barley, and she watched the gate the way a tax man watches a debtor. Nobody thought much of the bargain Old Corrie struck with her, a gold ring for a rope and a promise, but Corrie had never lost a wager on horseflesh.

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On the morning the river broke its banks, Corrie came down the track with the rope already coiled. Water had crept up the Sallow lane to the height of a man's knee, and the mill cart stood stuck to its axles. The mare stood still while he fed the rope through his hands. "You want out of here," he said, "then you carry what I give you." She let him climb on, and the ground slid away beneath her.

They ran the causeway with the flood on either side, the water as pale as her coat and her tail streaming behind her like a plume of smoke. Behind them the mill groaned, gave way, and went under the brown current with the cart still chained to its wheel. Corrie did not look back. He leaned into her neck and laughed until he coughed.

At the top of Gallow Rise she stopped and shook, and the water flew off her in silver sheets. Corrie slid down and found the ring still on his thumb, where he had forgotten it. He turned it over once, then tossed it into the flood and watched the sun catch it before it sank. "Keep your gold," he told her. She was already cropping the wet grass, and nobody in Haddon ever tried to fence her again.