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A Wish in the Wind

Published by • Mar 25th, 2010 • Category: Fiction, March for Wild Horses
by Toppyrocks, age 13 Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12

Chapter 1

The spring air filled the mustangs with hope and happiness. The harsh winter was giving way to warm air, sunny skies, full tummies and most importantly, new herd members. A nicker filled the air, the nicker of a mare announcing the birth of spring’s first foal. The herd gathered around, all wanting to greet the new arrival, but only to be warned off by the proud new mother. Gently, the mare licked her newborn dry, and then nudged him to his feet.

He was a handsome young colt, with a beautiful strawberry roan coat and a blaze down his nose. He was taller than most colts, and could stand with no trouble at all. One by one the mustangs were allowed to sniff the young colt and welcome him into the world, but only under the watchful eye of the colt’s bay mare. As the colt met each of his new family members, he took his first steps. Usually foal’s first steps send them tumbling to the ground again, but not the little roan colt — soon he was confidently walking all over the place.

The foal grew up to be a magnificent stallion, faster, stronger, and bigger than all the others. He kept his roan coat and grew more handsome with every year. After a few years, once he started to get a bit too strong and too big, the lead stallion, a bay with a big head and two stockings, pushed him out of the herd. The roan stallion was not used to being alone, and he missed his family. He wanted to be back with them, and was starting to also want some control. Only for a few months did the young stallion stay out of the herd, and that whole time he was following them. The bay had been watching him carefully the whole time, knowing that the roan could best him if he tried.

One summer morning, the young stallion got a bit too close to the herd, and the bay stallion just would not have it. Flattening his ears and baring his teeth, he screamed a challenge across a field to the roan, daring him to come closer. Slowly, the roan came closer, knowing that leaving would mean surrendering and damaging his pride. Once again, the bay challenged, but this time moved towards the roan a few steps and reared, hoping to intimidate the roan.

The roan had little experience with fighting, but was confident of his strength. The younger stallion cantered toward the bay, but the bay held his ground. As soon as they met, the two reared up, striking at each other with their forelegs. Each seeing that their rival would not give up, their fighting suddenly became serious. For some time they both tackled each other, biting, kicking and otherwise trying their hardest to best the other.

After a few minutes, though, it started to become clear that the younger, stronger and fitter stallion, although lacking tactics and experience, was slowly taking the upper hand. The bay stallion had been around for quite a few years, and was quickly tiring. He was past his prime, and his lead of a herd was coming to an end. With a final scream, the roan kicked the bay with enough force to send him staggering back. The mighty kick had left the bay limping and with a nasty bruise on his shoulder. The bay quickly scrambled out from under the roan`s hooves as the roan reared up for the last time, then was chased away from the herd and out by himself. The roan now had his own herd, and no rival. Trotting back to his herd, the roan greeted the mares and foals, glad to be back in the company of his family. The defeated bay limped away into the distance, never to trouble the roan again.

Chapter 2

Beep! Beep! Beep!

Sasha’s alarm broke the morning air, and quickly she rolled over to turn it off. As she lay in bed she thought about her dream; she had dreamed of winning the blue ribbon with Midnight, her horse. They had won the Silver Creek Fall Jump-Off, the most difficult competition of the year in Sasha’s town.

“Sasha! Are you up yet? Midnight is waiting for her hay!”

Sasha’s mom called up the stairs, and suddenly Sasha remembered. That dream could become real today! Today was the day she and Midnight had trained for all year, the day of the Silver Creek Fall Show. With a burst of excited energy, Sasha leaped out of bed and flung herself into her breeches and a t-shirt. Quickly she raced downstairs into the kitchen and grabbed two apples, one for herself and one for Midnight. Without stopping to eat, she pulled on her boots and ran to the barn behind the house. Her family lived on a farm, her father trained horses for clients and her mother had an equine therapy clinic. As she came up to the barn door she slid to a stop, and, holding the apples in one hand pulled open the barn door, letting light into the barn. A nicker came from the inside greeting Sasha. The nicker was followed by snorts and quieter nickers, this time from the other horses. Sasha walked up to Midnights’ stall.

“Are you greeting me or looking for an apple?” she asked Midnight with a laugh as she stroked the mare’s nose and fed her the apple, which the mare took gently.

Once Midnight was quietly munching on hay and Sasha had eaten her apple, she began to give Midnight a thorough brush. She worked her way through knots in the mare’s mane and tail, made sure all the dirt was out of the mare’s few white markings, and then wrapped her tail and legs to keep them safe in the trailer ride. Just as she was finishing with Midnight, Sasha’s dad, Eric, came into the stable.

“Are you almost ready? We will need to leave by eight o’clock, so that gives you an hour. Your vet check is at ten o’clock, and we need to be ready for those fifteen minutes early. Then you ride at eleven o’clock, fifth in the show. Is there anything I can help you with?”

Sasha walked out of her stall and looked around. “I need to put her tack into the trailer, and some hay. Also, I need to go get my show clothes and put those in the trailer. Can you get her tack while I get my clothes and the hay?”

Sasha was just opening the trailer’s storage compartment to put her show gear in, when her dad called from inside the stable. “Sasha, where exactly did you put Midnight’s saddle? It’s not in the usual spot.”

“I’m sure that I put it back in the right spot, just a sec, and I’ll come take a look,” she called back as she put the last of her stuff in the trailer.

Sasha jogged into the tack room, and went straight to Midnight’s shelf. Her saddle wasn’t there. Sasha searched all the other shelves while her dad checked the closet. They looked all over the tack room, but could not find it. “How could something as big as a saddle just disappear?” she wondered out loud.

“I don’t know, but we have to find it quickly if we are going to be on time,” her father replied. “You go ask you mother, and I’ll keep looking.”

Sasha ran out of the stable and along the path back to her house. “Mom! Mom, were are you? I can’t find my saddle!” She ran up the stairs, and into her parent’s room, but couldn’t find her mom. Great. Maybe she is outside visiting Scarlet in the overnight paddock. As quickly as she could, she ran down the stairs and back out of her house through the kitchen. Glancing at her watch as she ran back along the path once more, she realized that they only had a little more than half an hour left before they needed to leave. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a movement over by the trailer. “I wonder what that is?” she thought.

Quietly she crept around the side of the trailer peered around the corner. Seeing nothing, she walked along the side of the trailer, deciding that she must have been imagining things.

“Hi Hon! Have a good sleep?” Sasha nearly jumped out of her skin. Her mother, Samantha, stepped out of the trailer. “Mom! You scared me half to death! I was looking for you, but I thought you were maybe out by the paddocks. Have you seen Midnight’s show saddle? We can’t find it anywhere!” Samantha smiled to her daughter and reached back into the trailer. To Sasha’s surprise, Samantha pulled the saddle out of the trailer.

“I thought that it could use just a little extra polish. Sorry that I made you worried.”

Sasha hugged her mother. “Thank goodness! That’s ok mom. Now I’m ready to go. I’ll go get Midnight.”

Fifteen minutes later, the Scott family was driving down the driveway and off to the show, leaving fifteen minutes ahead of schedule.

Chapter 3

The roan stallion became the herd’s perfect guardian. Together with the lead mare, a small but tough chestnut, the herd became healthier and stronger than ever. It was one of the bigger herds in the region, so it had earned a big territory. The stallion had proved himself several times against other threats, including a pack of coyotes that kept crossing the herd’s borders. Nothing had harmed the herd for the rest of the summer or the fall, but that all changed in the middle of the winter.

One winter morning, the chestnut mare was leading the herd to a watering place, one of the few that hadn’t frozen. Slowly, they made their way towards the small pond, stopping every now and then to munch on a few stalks of grass. A light dusting of snow covered the ground, making it harder to find food. From over the horizon came a shape in the sky, similar to a bird’s, so at first the mustangs went on, not thinking much of it. After a minute or so the ‘bird’ grew louder, making the lead mare concerned. After a few seconds of thought she decided that it was a threat. Quickly, she called a warning to the roan, who helped her lead the mare in a different direction, away from the helicopter.

The mare set off at a brisk trot, leading them away, with the roan at the back, making sure that all the horses followed without complaint. They would have to go back for a drink after the danger passed. They went on for a few minutes, but it still seemed as if the ‘noisy bird’ was coming closer. The lead mare changed direction, heading off to the right but still away from the helicopter. Not much more time passed and the helicopter seemed to be right behind them. The mustangs were starting to panic, and the roan stallion and chestnut mare had to work hard to keep them going together. The helicopter was bigger and scarier than anything they had ever come across before. It seemed to be chasing them, and all the while it made a horrible loud whirring noise that never stopped.

They went on for what seemed like hours, and the mustangs were getting very tired. They had been going without stopping for a long time, and they were getting thirstier as well. Finally the helicopter slowed, making the mustangs hope that they could finally stop being chased. Unfortunately, they only thought so for a minute, because just then they came over a ridge and saw a mass of gates and fences in front of them. The air smelled of metal, people and other horses.

As they were driven closer the herd tried to turn away, but the helicopter always blocked their path. The closer they got the more they panicked. Soon, the mass of fences was right in front of them, and ropes were starting to be thrown onto the mustangs. After that they were pulled into chutes and locked inside. The roan stallion ducked away from three ropes, then tried to bring his herd back. Calling to them and pushing them away from the threat, he tried to move away.

Soon, only he and a few mares were left uncaught, but they were trapped between the helicopter and capture. The roan stallion looked back and forth, and then decided. As fast as he could, he bolted for freedom. He ran out under the helicopter, and then over the plains to a safer place. From there he called back to his mares, urging them to come. He could not bear it if they were caught and taken away from him. His mares weren’t as brave as he was, or they hadn’t decided quickly enough because ropes were quickly thrown over their heads. The stallion cried out, devastated that he was left alone.

For the rest of the day he didn’t go too far away, hoping that they would come back out. He had to avoid the helicopter only once more before it gave up. He ignored the thirst and hunger that was clawing at his belly. Overcome with sadness, he finally left once the moon touched the sky and the air grew colder. He had given up hope.

Chapter 4

The silver trailer rolled into the fairgrounds where riders and horses were busy getting ready for the show. All around horses nickered and neighed, and riders were heard laughing or calling out. There was an excited buzz in the air. The Scott family found a place to park their trailer for the day, and Sasha hopped out. She ran around to the back of the trailer and slowly let down the door, being careful not to let it slam. As she peered into the trailer she quietly called out to Midnight. “Hey girl, we’re here! You ready?” Midnight snorted from inside as light flooded the trailer. Sasha walked in and was greeted by a soft nudge from Midnight’s nose, and then she untied the mare and carefully led her out of the trailer. Eric came up to the two and started opening the trailer’s storage compartment.

“Ok girls. You have forty-five minutes to go before your vet check. Make sure you are there fifteen minutes early. Need any help?” Sasha finished tying Midnight to the side of the trailer, then turned to face her father.

“I think I’m alright, thanks though Dad. Where’s Mom?” Eric shrugged. “I’m not sure; I think she’s already gone off to find some snacks and a day schedule.”

“OK. Thanks Dad.” Sasha went back to Midnight and started taking off the leg wraps and her blanket.

Half an hour later, Sasha was standing in line outside of the vet’s tent with Midnight, waiting for their check. “Next!” someone called out from inside the tent, and the teenage boy with the big black jumper in front of them went in. Sasha checked Midnight’s legs once more, checking to make sure there was no heat or swelling. She was positive that Midnight was in tip top shape, but just to make sure. Sasha finished and then stood quietly at Midnight’s side, stroking her neck and talking to her. “Next!” someone called out again.

“It’s our turn, Girl,” Sasha whispered to Midnight. Sasha quickly led Midnight into the tent and took a look around. To the left was the white tent wall, which had several different boxes of equipment and a chair sitting in front of it, and to the right was an open wall, where there was just a few pole supports holding up the tent. “Hi, I’m Dr. Williams, I’ll just take a quick look at your horse and then you should be good to go.”

Five minutes later, Dr. Williams had finished checking Midnight over. “You have a beautiful mare here. She is perfectly healthy and looks to be in great condition. Remember, if you need anything you can always come see me.”

“Thanks Dr. I’m glad that you like her. Bye!”

Sasha and Midnight walked back to the trailer to get all tacked up. First, Sasha tacked up Midnight and braided her mane, then she got her show clothes on. Then they headed for the warm up ring for a few practice jumps.

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About an hour later Sasha and Midnight were waiting outside the ring, it was almost their turn. “You look great Sasha! Are you all ready?” Sasha’s mom was holding Midnight’s reins for Sasha while Sasha adjusted her helmet. Eric was busy fiddling with the camera, trying to get it to work so he could take a picture of his daughter astride Midnight before her big show.

“All set Mom. Dad, press the little green button on the side of the camera.” Her dad looked up at her and grinned.

”I knew that,” he said as he snapped a quick picture. “Oops, that one turned out fuzzy.” Sasha’s dad was never very good with technology.

“Number fifty-two, please enter the arena.” A voice called out over the speakers.

“That’s me.” Sasha looked nervously at her parents, suddenly feeling the pre-show jitters.

“Sasha, you can do this just fine, you’ve jumped higher then this before, you and Midnight are ready.” Sasha’s mom said reassuringly, then gave Midnight a good luck pat.

Sasha entered the ring and was greeted by a loud round of applause. She picked up her trot, then a canter and made a big circle around the arena. A buzzer sounded and the team headed for the first jump, a simple vertical. They cleared it with inches to spare. Sasha directed midnight towards the next jump, this time an oxer. Again, clear. They kept going over three more jumps, another vertical, and a shorter wall. Then came the combination, a set of three jumps, all were blue and white with flower boxes on the sides. One, two, three, jump! Sasha counted out the strides towards the first jump. One, two, jump! The second jump, One, two, jump! And the third jump. That wasn’t so hard Sasha thought. But she wasn’t over yet.

She turned sharply to the ninth jump, trying to shave off some time. This jump was a water jump, which Midnight soared over and landed with a foot to spare. They cantered towards the last jump, another vertical that was taller than the rest. As they thundered up to it, Sasha took a deep breath and squeezed her legs, encouraging her mare to jump higher. The moment of suspension seemed to last forever for Sasha, and when they landed clear it was like time was catching up her. It’s over. We did it! She broke out into a huge grin and reached down to give her horse a pat.

An hour later, Sasha and her parents were waiting for the last rider to finish. If this rider didn’t beat her time, she would win! She watched the last rider go through the course. His time was better than hers so far. Sasha was standing at the rail, she was too nervous to sit down. At the second to last jump it looked like he would beat her and Midnight’s time. Then, he turned the corner to sharply for the last jump and jumped over it crookedly. They hit the top rail, and it rolled in its cup, and then it fell. Sasha had won! The rider’s fault brought his score out below hers, so she had the best time with no faults! Her dream had come true.

Chapter 5

A few weeks after the roundup had come, the roan mustang was still lonely and depressed. He wandered the land by himself, not caring about much anymore. The sadness had overcome him was making him weaker. One winter morning he was wandering around looking for something, but he wasn’t sure what. He seemed to do that quite a bit now, as if he was lost and searching for something, but there was nothing to search for. He had just come over a hill, and before him he could see for a long way. The ground was covered with more snow now, almost to his knees, and it made the whole view sparkle and shimmer in the light. Animal tracks crisscrossed through the snow, some that belonged to other horses and some that did not. He stood there for a long time just soaking in his surroundings.

Suddenly, he heard a low hum, similar to the helicopter. The stallion glanced around, and at first saw nothing. He was about to go back to looking for bits of grass to nibble when something caught his eye. There! It was a helicopter, and it was coming straight for him. Remembering what had happened last time he had seen one of those, he quickly started through the snow away from the helicopter. The snow dragged on his legs, making it much harder to move at a quick pace. The stallion was tired really quickly, and he was almost too tired to go any further. The helicopter kept chasing him, just like the last time.

He soon saw the same mass of fences and pens as the last time, and smelled the same smell of metal, people and other horses, just like last time. He felt too weak to fight this time, and soon he was at the entrance to the chute. He ducked out from under one rope, but a second snuck itself over his head and around his neck. Panicked, he reared up and tried to back away, but the rope got caught around his front legs and made him fall to the ground all tangled up. He tried to jump to his feet right away, but the ropes made it extremely difficult. He screamed in terror, and was snorting with the effort that it took to stand up.

He was truly exhausted once he got to his feet and was quickly pulled into the chute. As soon as he realized what was happening, it was too late. The gate to the chute was already closed behind him. He ran back and forth along the chute looking for a way out. Finally a gate was opened and he gladly ran through. The roan realized that he had just run into a pen, and when he whirled around to go back out the gate was slammed shut. Even though he was already exhausted, he ran round and round the edge of the pen, swerving inwards whenever a person walked by.

After some time the roan stallion had finally given in and was standing by himself in the middle of the pen. The moon had risen and was already almost at its highest part. He was drifting in and out of sleep and starting awake whenever he heard the slightest sound. Early the next morning the roan stallion was woken by a shout from outside his pen by the chute entrance. He neighed loudly hoping for a reply from a familiar horse. At first there was no answer, so he tried again. This time a strange neigh replied. He was sure he had never heard it before, but it sounded scared. The roan ran to the side of his pen that was the closest.

He could just see over the fences to the entrance of the chute that fed into his pen. At that entrance he could see a small paint stallion. The small mustang was fighting ropes just as the roan had the day before. The roan watched the whole thing, never looking away. The paint ducked and swerved to avoid ropes, and when he did get caught with one he bucked and reared crazily, until he had tugged it free and it dragged along the ground. The small horse ducked out from under one more rope, then tried to make a run for it out under the helicopter, just as the roan had done a few weeks ago. The small paint only got a few steps when the end of the rope that he was dragging caught on part of the fence. The rope suddenly went taut, and stopped the paint in mid-step. It twisted his neck around and pulled him harshly to the ground.

A neigh of panic pierced the air as the paint got up and realized that the rope would not allow him to go any farther away from his captors. Another rope was thrown over the paint’s neck, and this one started pulling him into the chute. The paint stallion could not rid himself of this one, so instead he tried to lock his legs and put all his weight into not moving forward. As more ropes found their way over his head, he could not resist anymore. Slowly he was pulled into the chute. The gate shut behind him and now he too was trapped. One by one the ropes came off and he was left in the chute, waiting.

The gate to the roan stallions’ pen opened and the paint ran through. The roan slowly walked up the paint, which was standing tensely in the corner trying to catch his breath. Slowly they both reached out their noses to each other until they touched. For the rest of the day the two defeated stallions stood close to each other. That night the roan was not alone. Finally, after the weeks by himself, he had found a friend.

Chapter 6

“Hey Midnight, how’s my girl?” Sasha called into the barn. It was early in the morning and she was coming out to feed the horses their morning hay and give her mare a special hello. All of the horses nickered and whinnied hellos because they were very happy to get their morning hay. She went to the hay room to pick up the hay, and then pushed the wheelbarrow down the aisle, stopping at each horse’s stall to give them their hay.

Sasha opened the door to the last stall, Midnight’s. As she was just about to drop the hay on the floor she saw Midnight lying on the ground. “Midnight! What’s wrong girl?” Midnight didn’t usually lie down to sleep, and when she did she was always standing up by the time breakfast came. Midnight groaned and started to roll over. Oh no. Sasha thought. “No Midnight! Don’t roll!” As fast as she could Sasha dropped the hay and grabbed Midnight’s halter. She ran to the mare’s side and fastened the halter as quickly as she could. Sasha grabbed the lead rope and tugged as hard as she could. “Midnight! Get up girl, up! Please Midnight!” Sasha kept pulling and didn’t let go until Midnight finally pulled herself to her feet with a loud groan. “Good girl Midnight. No more lying down, OK?”

Sasha fumbled in her back pockets, trying to find her cell phone. It wasn’t there. Oh that’s just great. She thought. Just when I need it most. Sasha’s mind was racing, trying to think of a way to get help without leaving her mare by herself. The barn phone! There was a phone in the barn’s aisle that was used for emergencies like this. It didn’t work very well and was a bit static, but it would have to work.

Sasha carefully and slowly led Midnight out of her stall. She knew that if Midnight had colic, letting her roll would be the worst thing that could happen, so she couldn’t risk even leaving Midnight in her stall by herself. They were halfway down the aisle when Midnight started to pull on the rope. The mare’s knees started to fold under her and she was trying to lie down. “No, Midnight, No! Get UP girl!” Sasha cried, tugging frantically on the rope. Midnight let out another loud groan and slowly climbed back to her feet. Sasha quickly pulled Midnight towards the phone so she could call her parents for help.

A half hour later Sasha was holding Midnight outside her barn, standing quietly next to her. The vet had just arrived and was already checking Midnight, while Sasha’s parents stood with Sasha watching. Sasha stroked Midnight’s nose as the vet checked her, whispering quietly to her mare. The vet finished her check and turned towards Sasha and her parents.

She gave them a concerned look and said, “She has colic. She isn’t doing too well, but there is a few things I can try to help her.” The vet kept talking, telling them what they could do to try to help Midnight. She gave Midnight a pain killer shot, and then instructed them to keep Midnight walking and not to let her lie down. The vet then told them that she had done all she could, and that she would be back in an hour, she just had another patient to see to.

The vet came back and checked Midnight again, looking for any change. “I’m afraid that Midnight hasn’t improved, so I don’t think she will unless we do something else.” The vet had a grim look on her face.

Slowly Sasha asked, “What is ‘something else?’” The vet glanced from Sasha to her parents and then to Midnight.

“Midnight must’ve had a chance to roll in her stall before you found her. Her intestines are already twisted, and fixing that would mean surgery. The surgery is expensive and is not likely to work, and even if it does it is extremely likely for her to get colic again and even worse. If she doesn’t get the surgery she will most likely need to be put down because she is in a lot of pain. It’s your decision.”

Sasha and her parents talked with each other for a minute, then turned back to the vet. Sasha’s mom said to the vet: “Midnight is Sasha’s horse, so we told her to decide.”

Sasha then said, “I love Midnight, but I don’t want her to be in pain. I think that putting her through the surgery would be really hard for her and wouldn’t be worth it if it didn’t work, so we shouldn’t make Midnight suffer any more.” By the end of her mini-speech tears were rolling down Sasha’s cheeks. She turned to Midnight and buried her face in Midnight’s mane, hugging her tightly at the same time. “I love you Midnight. I’ll miss you.” Sasha stood with Midnight while her parents went off to the side and talked quietly. Sasha continued to hug Midnight and whisper to her until the vet came back.

Later that day Sasha was sitting in her room hugging a teddy bear and crying because Midnight was gone. There was a knock on her door and then her mother came in. “Sasha, do you want any dinner?” Sasha looked up at her mom.

“No thanks mom, I’m okay.”

Her mother sighed. “Sasha, you haven’t eaten all day. Are you sure there’s nothing you’d like?”

Sasha pushed the hair out of her face. “I’m sure.”

After that, Sasha spent the rest of the evening putting all her horse stuff into boxes under her bed. Every time she looked at any of it she thought of Midnight and would start crying all over again. Into the boxes went pictures, posters, stuffies, riding clothes, books, magazines. All together it made about three boxes full. Sasha was convinced that she would never love another horse again.

Chapter 7

For about a week the two mustang stallions were left together in their pen. They longed for their freedom back, and spent lots of their time gazing out over the fences to their home. Sometimes they would groom each other or they would simply just stand next to each other. A few times a day the two would get some hay and water but it was always gone before they could fill their stomachs. Even after a week they still jumped at every little disturbance, whether it be a person walking by or the rattle of buckets.

One morning the mustangs were startled awake by the roaring of the engine. It sounded like the helicopter, but much louder. They stood alert in the middle of their enclosure trying to identify where the sound was coming from. Not far away a massive beast on wheels approached the pen. It stopped not far away, just at the end of the chute. It, like the fences, smelled of metal. The roar slowly died, and then a door opened from the side and a man jumped out of the truck. He walked up to another man, and the two stallions could barely hear them speaking in their strange language. They two men stopped talking and walked over to the stallions’ pen.

The roan and the paint backed away from the men who were now leaning on the fence. They backed all the way back until their tails hit the fence behind them.

The men both held ropes. One man opened the chute door and the other jumped the fence to the pen, scaring the mustangs away from him. They moved towards the chute, never taking their eyes off of him. The man walked towards them slowly, herding them into the chutes. The paint followed the roan into the chute trying to get away from the man. The gate at the other end of the chute opened, but it led straight into the back of a trailer. The two mustangs did not want to go in. It looked like a cave, it was dark and there would be no way out. However, the man hopped the fence again, this time coming into the chute. He clapped his hands and shouted loudly, scaring the mustangs closer and closer to the trailer. The other man stood by the door to the trailer, ready to shut it as soon as the mustangs entered.

A loud bang came from behind the mustangs, making them spook and shoot forwards. Before they knew it they were being pushed into the trailer and the door was shut behind them. A loud roar started from right in front of them, but they couldn’t go anywhere to get away. Then the floor started to rumble. The trailer slowly started moving away from the chute, causing the mustangs to panic further. They could only see out of a narrow slit that ran along the sides the trailer. Both stallions put their noses to the windows trying to figure out what was going on. They could see the land racing past them and the pens disappearing into the distance.

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A few hours later, the truck hit a bump, making the two mustangs stumble. The roan was thrown against the wall and felt something sharp jab into his hind leg. A sharp pain raced up his leg and he could feel warm blood running down his leg. The pain numbed his mind and he drifted in and out of sleep for the next few hours. When he woke up he found that the trailer had stopped. The paint nudged him to make sure he was awake, then turned towards the door. The door was lowered slowly and the same man as before was standing there, peering inside. Then he moved out of the way to let the stallions come out.

The paint went out first, going very slowly, with the roan limping right behind them. They both got out into the light and saw more pens, but this time there was more horses than before. Another man had come to join the first and was pointing at the roan’s hind leg, saying something to the other. The stallions watched as a gate to a pen was opened. One of the men went behind the stallions and chased them towards it. The roan slipped through the gate, thinking that the paint was right behind him. Before he could do anything the gate was shut and the two stallions were separated.

The paint and the roan stood next to each other with the gate in between them for many hours until a few people came to look at them. The people were standing right by the gate, so the two stallions had to move away from each other to get away from the people. Hesitantly the stallions parted, but not very far away. They were terrified of the people, but did not want to be parted from each other. The people looked at the paint briefly, then spent many minutes looking and pointing at the roan. Finally, they left and the two stallions relaxed and walked back towards each other.

Not long after the people left, they returned again, but this time with a truck. A gate at the far end of the roan’s pen was opened and a trailer was backed in so the gate was blocked by the trailer. The roan could smell something sweet coming from the inside of the trailer, a smell so sweet that he couldn’t resist going closer. One step at a time the roan got closer and closer until the door was only a few feet away. Suddenly, he felt hands from behind that pushed him into the trailer. The door was closed gently and the stallion was stuck.

He panicked and tried to rear but the ceiling was too low. There was more light in this trailer and the windows were bigger. He could see where the sweet smell was coming from now — there was a bucket that had oats and apples in it. He had never had those things before. There was also some hay for him to eat. He heard a voice coming from the window, a voice that wasn’t as gruff as those that belonged to the men that had caught him. It was a quiet voice that sounded friendly and warm, but he still didn’t trust.

The food was very inviting and he couldn’t resist the apples any longer. Soon all of the apples and oats were gone, and he had found out that they tasted much better than grass and especially better than the hay. After he ate the apples the pain started to disappear from his back leg and he started to feel a bit drowsy. He suddenly realized how tired he was from all the terror, and before he could help it he was asleep.

When he woke up he heard the same voice from earlier, this time coaxing him out of the trailer. He could see now that the person was dressed in a long white coat and white pants. The trailer door was wide open and he could see a pen just outside. Cautiously, the stallion walked out into the light and looked around. He warily watched the person that was standing next to him as he walked down the ramp and into the paddock. He limped across the paddock to the part that was farthest away from the people. After that they left him alone for the rest of the day.

Chapter 8

A week after Midnight had died; Sasha was eating her breakfast in the kitchen. Since Midnight had died Sasha had taken no interest in horses, much to her parents’ distress.

Sasha’s mom came into the kitchen. “Sasha, your father would like some help with a yearling he’s training. Would you like to give him a hand?”

Sasha looked at her mom. “No thanks. I told you, I don’t want to help with the horses anymore.”

“Sasha, we know you miss Midnight, but you have to get over it someday.”

Sasha glared at her mom. “No I don’t.” She was starting to get annoyed with her family; it seemed like every few minutes they wanted her to help them with the horses, or check on the horses, or go riding with them. Didn’t they understand that Midnight dying was like a part of her dying? She didn’t want anything to do with horses anymore.

After she finished her breakfast, Sasha went outside to look for her dog, Bandit, who she had spent lots of time playing with in the past week. Bandit was a black lab, only a few years old, that loved to play. He spent most of his time outside and he usually slept in his doghouse. The Scott family had bought him looking for a pet, but he had turned out to be more of a farm dog. He could go wherever he pleased, including inside the house, but he just preferred it outside. Sasha had been trying to teach him some tricks in the last week, but he just didn’t get it.

“Sasha, that dog sure has been getting a lot of attention from you this last week.” Sasha’s dad came out of the barn to see Sasha playing with Bandit. “I’m about to start lunging the horses, could you help me brush them?”

Sasha brushed herself off and stood up, leaving Bandit to sit and wait for her. “Dad, I’d rather not. I’ve already told you, I don’t want to help with the horses anymore.” Her dad sighed.

“Ok, then. I’ll do it myself.” His grin faded and he walked back into the barn.

Chapter 9

The stallion spent several days in the paddock, and the people in the white coats came to check on him often. A few times they tried to come into his paddock to put a halter around his head, but every time he avoided them and the people narrowly avoided his flying hooves and snapping teeth. Every so often he would watch them put something into his food, and when he ate it he felt that the pain in his hind leg would fade. He slowly started to relax whenever the people in white walked by, because he was starting to realize that they meant him no harm.

On one side of his paddock there was another paddock and in it was a cow and her calf, which the stallion had no interest in. On the other side, however, was an animal that the mustang had never seen before. It was a brown llama. The mustang thought that it smelled awful and made horrible noises, as well as spat a lot. The mustang had seen cattle often before when he was still free, so he was not afraid of them at all, but he did try to keep his distance from the strange llama. He could smell a horse a ways away, but could not see it. Day after day passed, and the mustang was lonely once more.

One day a few of the people set up a box outside his paddock with their vet tools. The roan did not know what they were doing, so he stayed as far away as possible. The people opened the gate and one by one filled in. One of them held some nasty smelling cream and another held a halter. The people pointed to the stallion’s injured leg and talked to each other. The stallion stood still, unsure of what to do as the people spread out and slowly walked towards him, talking softly the whole time. They had him trapped in the corner and he didn’t know what they wanted or how to get away. As they approached he reared up, trying to get away from the halter, but as he came back down someone slipped the halter right over his nose and buckled it closed before he could do anything.

It didn’t hurt, but he did not want it there. It felt strange and odd, and when he shook his head it stayed on. A man held the halter tight as another person moved towards his injured leg. He kicked out with the leg but did not hit anything. As he struggled to free himself from the halter someone rubbed the nasty cream onto his cut, and it felt as if he had just been stung by a bee. He kicked again and reared up, and the man’s hold on his halter slipped. The stallion moved away from the people quickly, but it seemed as though they were done. They left the paddock and packed up their equipment, and then left him by himself again.

The stallion turned to look at his cut, and saw that there was white cream completely covering it up. Then, he realized that the pain was fading and the white cream was actually starting to feel good on his gash. After that the stallion was left to himself and the people didn’t try to come into his paddock again.

Chapter 10

Sasha woke up one morning to see a big dark something right in her face. Surprised, she sat up really quickly only to see Bandit sitting on her bed. “Bandit! You silly dog, what are you doing in here? I suppose you would like to play, wouldn’t you?” Bandit jumped off of Sasha’s bed and watched her as she got dressed, wagging his tail the whole time.

As soon as she was ready he ran down the stairs ahead of her and into the yard, holding something in his mouth. “What’ve you got, boy? Let me see.” Sasha walked up to her dog to try to see what he had, but he ran out of her reach just before she caught him. “Oh, come on Bandit. All right, I’ll chase you for it.” Sasha and Bandit ran all over the yard, with Bandit always just out of her reach. Sasha was starting to get really tired when Bandit finally dropped it. He had her sock! “How’d you get that, boy? You aren’t supposed to have my sock!” Sasha walked up to Bandit and tried to grab the sock, but just before she could touch it he snatched it up once more and gulped it down. “Hey!” Sasha cried. “Now what am I supposed to do?”

Just then Sasha’s mom walked by. “What’s the matter?” She asked. Sasha told her how she had chased Bandit all over and then he had swallowed her sock.

“Oh dear.” Her mom replied with a worried look. “I’m afraid that will have to come out, one way or another. It might get stuck in his digestive system, and then it would need surgery to come out. You’d better phone the vet.”

Sasha hadn’t thought that it would be that bad, and now she was worried. “I’ll go do that right now. Come on, Bandit.”

Fifteen minutes later Sasha walked out of the house, Bandit following right behind her as happy as could be. “Mom!” Sasha kept walking towards the barn. “Mom, where are you?” Sasha had just gotten off of the phone with the vet. “There you are. The vet says that we need to bring Bandit in so that they can make him throw up the sock. Can you drive me to the vet clinic with him?” Sasha asked her mom.

“Sure, I need to run a few errands anyways, we can leave right away.

“Ok, I’ll put the dog in the car. Let’s go, boy.”

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“Hi, I’m Sasha Scott and this is my dog Bandit. I just called about half an hour ago.” Sasha told the receptionist at the vet office. “Ok, the vet is just with the llama out back right now, she’ll be back in minute. You can sit right over there if you’d like.” The receptionist gestured to a row of seats on the other side of the reception area.

“Thanks,” Sasha said. Sasha went to sit down, pulling Bandit along behind her. While she waited she looked at the many animal health posters on the walls. The vet’s clinic was an all-animal clinic, so they even had a few bigger animals outside behind the clinic that had to stay overnight.

“Sasha?” A tall woman in the typical white vet’s wear approached Sasha.

“That’s me. This is Bandit. He swallowed my sock.” The vet pointed towards her office.

“Let’s take a look at him in my office, shall we?” Sasha and Bandit followed the vet into the office, then the vet helped Sasha lift the big lab onto the vet’s table. The vet, Dr. Callaway, gave Bandit a pat then turned to Sasha. “You said he swallowed a sock whole, right?” Sasha nodded. “Then we will need to give him some medicine to make him throw it up, otherwise it could get stuck in his system.” The vet opened a cupboard and pulled out a bottle of liquid medicine. “It might take awhile, so you don’t have to stay here. There are a few animals in the back that you could go see if you’d like.” Sasha looked at Bandit.

“Sure, I think I will do that. Which way do I go?”

The vet pulled an eye dropper out of another cupboard and filled it with the medicine, which she then squirted down Bandit’s throat. “Go through that door behind me and you’ll see a whole bunch of paddocks.” Sasha patted Bandit as she headed for the door.

“Ok, thanks!”

Sasha walked along the front of the paddocks stopping in front of them every once in awhile. She saw a few cows and two calves, a pig, a llama, a pony (which she walked right by) and an alpaca. She was almost at the end of the row, and could only see two more paddocks. The last one had a cow and her calf in it, and she couldn’t see anything in the other one. Sasha turned to leave when something from the empty paddock caught her eye. She walked towards it and saw that a big roan mustang was standing at the far back end of the paddock. She watched him for a minute and then started to walk away, but something stopped her. It was like a part of her wanted to stay with the mustang. Sasha walked back to the gate and stood still watching the stallion.

Chapter 11

The roan mustang watched the girl that was standing by his gate. She seemed different then the rest. The girl stood quietly and didn’t move — he didn’t know what to make of her. Then the girl started talking quietly, in a soft, gentle voice. Still she didn’t move or make any sign of wanting to enter his paddock. He watched as she bent slowly and pulled a handful of grass from beside the fence. She held her hand out and offered him the grass. The roan was still unsure; he didn’t want to get too close.

Sasha watched the roan stallion. She kept talking in a soft voice, trying to convince the stallion to come closer. “Come here, boy. It’s all right — I won’t hurt you. Don’t you want some tasty grass?” The stallion took a step towards her, perking his ears to listen to her carefully. Sasha dropped the grass on the ground inside his paddock. He watched it fall to the ground and land in a pile. Sasha took a step away from the fence to give the stallion more room. He tilted his head, as if considering her offer, and then took three more slow steps towards the grass.

The roan stallion looked at the girl, wondering if it was some kind of trick. He was pretty sure it wasn’t. After all, why would she put grass on the ground and then step away? She didn’t have anything that could harm him. There was no halter, cream, or any kind of rope. He took another step towards the grass, never taking his eyes off of the girl. If she made any sudden movement he would be ready to get away. He took another step, then another. He was only a few feet away from the grass now, but also only a few feet away from the girl. If he took just a few more steps he was pretty sure he could reach it. He could hear the girl still talking softly to him, but he paid it no attention. He was so close to the grass now, he could almost taste it.

Sasha held her breath as the stallion took one last step towards the grass, eyed her once more, then reached out to grab it. The grass moved a bit as his breath tickled the stalks. She watched as he ate the grass, chewed a few times then took a step away. Sasha bent towards the ground again, ripping off another handful of grass. The stallion tensed and then relaxed as he realized that she was only reaching for grass. This time she didn’t drop the grass to the ground, but held it out for him to reach. Sasha stood quietly and waited patiently for the stallion to come to her. For many minutes he stood, watching her while she watched him. Once again Sasha held her breath as he reached towards her hand. He snatched up the grass quickly and then took a step back.

The roan stallion was starting to relax. The grass that the girl was giving him tasted really good, and for once there was a person that wasn’t trying to make him do something. She waited for him to come to her on his own; she didn’t force him to come. The roan watched as she ripped another handful of grass, and then leaned on the fence offering it to him. He didn’t hesitate as much this time, he took a more confident step towards her to take the grass from her hand. Once it was all gone she reached for more and this time the stallion didn’t take a step away. He reached for the grass more eagerly, and didn’t notice when she reached her other hand up towards his neck. He felt something brush against his neck, and in surprise he threw his head up. He tensed when he realized that the girl had touched him, then calmed down once more when he saw that she still meant no harm. He slowly lowered his head and allowed her to rest her hand on his neck.

Sasha held her hand still on the stallions’ neck, waiting for him to calm down. Once he started to nibble at the grass again she started to stroke his neck. Even when all the grass is gone, they still stood silently together, with Sasha stroking his neck and him sniffing her hand. They were brought back to reality when they heard a cough behind them, and turned to see the vet and Sasha’s mother standing a ways back. Sasha gave the stallion a last stroke before they parted. The roan backed away but still watched her, while Sasha walked towards her mother and the vet.

“That stallion just arrived here a week ago. He was rounded up from the wild not long ago. No one has been able to get that close to him with him staying that calm. I’m amazed that he trusts you so much.”

Sasha smiled at the vet and her mother, who looked shocked but extremely happy. “I guess he just wanted a little patience and a few handfuls of grass.” Sasha glanced back over her shoulder to the stallion; he was searching the ground for any fallen bits of grass.

“I guess so,” replied Dr. Callaway. “Your dog is all ready to go, he just threw up the sock about fifteen minutes ago.” Sasha gave the stallion one last look as she went back inside the vet building.

Chapter 12

A few days after Sasha first met the stallion, she went back to visit him. The vet asked if she could help with the stallion’s leg cut. “Hey boy, how you doing?” Sasha walked slowly up to the stallion’s paddock. The stallion recognized her and came to meet her at the fence, hoping she had some more grass. Sasha laughed, then bent down to pull up some grass. “Here you go boy.” The stallion nibbled the grass from her hand.

Sasha walked back to the Dr. Callaway, who gave her a tube of the cream to put on the stallions leg. Sasha opened the gate to the paddock and slowly walked inside. The roan looked at her, wondering what she was doing. When he saw the cream that she was holding he took a step back, suddenly slightly anxious. “It’s alright. It’s just some cream to help your leg heal. Here, come have a look.” A careful step brought him closer to her, and he stretched out his neck to sniff the cream. “See, it’s nothing to hurt you, silly boy.” Sasha crooned. Running her hand along the stallion the whole time, she walked towards his back legs. Whenever he tensed she stopped to reassure him until he relaxed once more.

Finally she got to the back leg. She squeezed some of the cream onto her hands, then bent down towards the gash. She looked at it and saw that it was already scabbing over, but that the cream would still help. She rubbed the cream onto the cut, taking care not to make it more painful. When she was done she walked back towards the stallion’s head. “See boy, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

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Sasha came back to see the roan every few days, and every day he got calmer and calmer. He was no longer afraid of her at all, but he was still afraid of other people. The cut finally healed to the point that cream couldn’t help it anymore. There would always be a scar, but it wasn’t painful or infected, which was the important thing.

One day when Sasha’s parents were driving her to the vet’s to see the stallion, they seemed overly happy. Sasha could tell that something was up, and she wanted to know what. “I know that you’re keeping a secret. What is it?” she asked her parents.

“You’ll see.” Her father replied.

“Aww, Dad, come on!” Sasha was really curious now, but her parents wouldn’t tell her. She would just have to wait.

When she got there the vet was really happy too, but she wouldn’t say either. Sasha led the way as they all went to the back to see the stallion. “Well, Sasha, what are you going to name your new horse?”

Sasha looked at the vet in surprise. “You mean… He’s… You’re…”

“He’s yours!” Sasha’s parents said at the same time.

“On one condition,” Dr. Callaway said in a more serious tone. “Take good care of him, and make sure he is safe. We are giving him to you because he trusts you more than anyone else.”

Sasha had a grin on her face that was bigger than her parents thought possible. “Of course I will!” she replied. “You hear that boy? You’re coming to live with me now!” Sasha ran over to the stallion and gave him a big hug. She was so happy that she could feel her eyes watering.

“I’m naming you…” Sasha thought for a minute as she watched the wind play with the stallion’s mane, “Wish in the Wind.”

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  1. Wow, love it! Good job, Toppyrocks!

  2. Great job! I love the stallion’s name. It was sad though that Midnight died because of colic. :( I think this would make a awesome book!! lol

  3. Huskyhorsegirl, when I was planning my story I knew I needed to some how get rid of sasha’s horse, it was important because I needed Sasha to stop loving horses for awile. But when I did make Midnight die, I felt like some sort of horrible person! It made me sad. :(

    Thanks for the comments!