Hunter S. Thompson meets Red Horse

(write a gonzo piece in the voice of hunter s. thompson about Red Horse, the horse that murders)

Red Horse was the most beautiful horse I ever saw. He was a magnificent creature, with a powerful body and a proud bearing. His coat was a rich red, and his mane and tail were black. He had a wild look in his eyes, and he seemed to understand everything that was going on around him.

I first saw Red Horse when I was working on a ranch in Colorado. The ranch hands would often take the horses out to graze in the meadows, and I would watch them from a distance. One day, I decided to go closer and get a better look at Red Horse. I was immediately drawn to him, and I knew that I had to have him.

I asked the ranch owner if I could buy Red Horse, and he agreed to sell him to me for a very reasonable price. I was so excited to finally have my own horse, and I couldn't wait to ride him.

Red Horse was everything I hoped he would be, and more. He was wild and spirited, and he loved to run. I would take him out for long rides across the ranch, and he would always be eager to go faster and further.

One day, we were out riding near a canyon, and Red Horse suddenly bolted. I tried to hold on, but he was too strong for me. He ran straight for the edge of the canyon, and I knew we were both going to die.

At the last second, Red Horse stopped short, and I flew off his back and into the canyon. I hit my head on a rock, and I was knocked unconscious.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital. I was told that Red Horse had run back to the ranch and told the other horses what had happened. They had all come to the edge of the canyon and looked down at me lying there.

Then, Red Horse had gone back to the ranch house and kicked the door open. He had gone into the bedroom where the ranch owner was sleeping, and he had bitten his throat out.

After that, Red Horse had gone on a rampage, killing any human or animal he came across. The ranch hands had tried to stop him, but they were no match for his strength and rage.

By the time the police arrived, Red Horse had killed twenty-seven people. He was finally shot and killed by a sharpshooter, but the damage was done.

Red Horse was a horse of pure evil, and I will never forget the terror and destruction he caused.