Later, I saw her standing by one of the gates into the yard and walked over to see if she was wanting to come out.
|No thanks, I'm good here.|
|No, really, I'm just going to stay right here.|
But as darkness was beginning to fall, I saw her waiting by the gate closest to the other pasture. She readily consented to put her halter on and be lead out. As she was reluctant to enter by the gate where the other horses were clustered, we ran together (Quick! Before George gets there!) down to the small gate from the yard, where we succeeded in getting Chloe through and released before the arrival of the others.