The floodwaters kept rising, but she refused to abandon the frightened young filly.

Amanda had lived on this land long enough to see floods before.

But something about this one felt different.

More aggressive.

More relentless.

By the time she pulled on her boots and ran toward the barn, the water had already reached the lower steps.

Cold brown floodwater rushed across the yard, carrying broken branches, loose straw, and bits of debris with it.

Amanda pushed the barn door open.