The next day I was in action. Camoflauge clothes, face paint, bolt cutters, I had the works. I'm a bit dramatic. The plan was to just walk up cut the chain and lead her the 2 miles back to my place the back way. As soon as she saw me her ears went back. She was tossing her head and stamping her hoof. This girl was agitated. And then I saw why. Her back and hind quarters were covered in long lash like scars, marring her pretty coat. I tried to come closer to her but to no avail. When I was about forty feet away from her she charged, hitting the end of her chain and being jerked back. The poor girl let out a scream of pain as the halter dug into her nose. This wasn't going to be easy, but I was getting her out of there some how.
Plan B was now in action. Every day I was out there sitting on a bucket and throwing alfalfa cubes into her area. I found a long pole so I could push a bucket of water close enough for her to reach without being at risk of getting trampled. I allways took everything with me when I left just in case someone was checking on her. Though I seriously doubted it. After about a week of this she no longer charged when I came to close. I still wasn't able to get in her area and she still put her ears back when she saw me but it was a start. I kept this up for about 3 more weeks when I saw a change in her. I came up to her like usual and saw that her ears were pricked forward! And her hind leg was cocked in a relaxed pose. I was so excited, but I didn't want to push her so I went with the usual routine. By the time I had fed her dinner I had worked up the confidence to stand on the edge of her territory. I stood up and she picked her head up from nibbling any leftover food she may have missed. As I stepped closer she straighted up and stood square faceing me. She seemed nervous, but so was I so I couldn't blame her. Not that I would. I got to the egde of her reach and she stood there in the middle of her circle, just looking at me. So far so good. Then she took a step forward. Then a few more. Soon enough she was standing about four feet away stretching her head out trying to smell me as best she could. At this distance I could see how bad off she really was. The halter was way worse than I thought. It dug deep into her face. THere was pus oozing out and it was really inflamed. She had rain rot on her back and her hooves where in terrible shape. I needed to get her out of there asap.