GEORGIE'S POV

"See anything?" I yelled to Amy over the wind. 

" Not yet!" She yelled back.

We continued walking into the forest. The sun was just coming over the horizon, and the wind was still waving the treetops violently. It was still a bit misty. Amy and I had been out for about two hours, and had already updated the family at the ranch once.

" Georgie, over here!" Amy called, waving a hand. She was up ahead on the ridge.

" C'mon, Pheonix," I signaled him for a trot.  We caught up to Amy and Copper a few seconds later.

" There." She said the single word and pointed at the valley below. 

I gasped at the sight. There, in the valley, were the missing horses. Some were standing up, others were laying down. They all looked pretty beaten up. Amy turned to me, her face ghostly white. 

Spartan was laying down on his side, and blood was swimming all over his chest.