The Twice Jilted Duke

Brutus's mane was covered in a dusting of snowflakes and Max leaned forward to brush them away. It was one thing for him to almost freeze to death ; quite another for Brutus. After six years of faithful service carriying him across Portugal, Spain and France, suffering thirst, famine and enemy fire, his horse deserved better than to become a hunk of frozen meat on the side of a country lane.