by Eva
(Canada)
This is my one of my first horse stories. I think it's really good. What do you think?
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Pam had gone to her uncle’s horse ranch in Nebraska. He had just captured a large herd of wild horses. When asked to take her pick, she instantly pointed out the herd stallion. All her uncle did was shake his head and then ordered his men to single the horse out from the herd. Slowly, as the weeks went by, Pam earned the stallion’s confidence and trust. A special bond grew between them, and they were sent home together. To her family’s 10 acre farm in Wyoming. And now our story begins…
Pam walked out of the house. Breathing in the morning air deeply, she gazed around her. Uttering a strange whistle, neither low nor high but somewhere in between, she waited eagerly for one thing. There it was! A magnificent stallion stood silhouetted in the early morning light. Then it wheeled around and galloped straight towards her.
“Easy, boy,” she called as he came right up to her, pawing the ground impatiently. He knew what was coming. With a quick but firm hand, she placed the saddle on his back, and lightly hopped on. Instantly he was off, like a bullet shot out of a gun. He was running like he loved to – wild and free.
This horse was a coal-black stallion. With his slightly dished face, eyes set wide apart, and a beautiful ‘floating’ tail that bespoke of his Arabian ancestors, he was everything one could want in a horse. The girl called him ‘Starlight’ because of the large white star on his forehead. His tough hooves, strong muscles, and sturdy legs, traced back to his wild existence. Even though she had tamed him, he still felt the tall mountains and deserts calling him. He could not forget his past.
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by Eva
(Canada)
Pam slipped off Starlight, and walked to the house. The large, sprawling farmhouse fit right into the landscape all around it. Tired from her long ride, she slowly walked up the long winding stairs to her room, and slouched on the bed. Her thoughts traveled to different things as she lay down.
*Starlight seemed very eager to run this morning. I suppose it’s because I haven’t ridden him as regularly these past few days. I’ve been so busy with all the work ’round the farm. He’s so fast and I know he could beat Connie’s horse. Connie was a girl who had just moved into the valley. Connie thought she and her horse, a chestnut thoroughbred, were the best in the valley. She turned up her nose at Starlight because no-one knew his breeding. Pam, to put it lightly did not like Connie. I wonder why she hasn’t challenged him before. Maybe because she’s frightened of losing to a ‘poorly bred horse.’ Oh well, I won’t be asking her for a race and I don’t think she will. I’ll just have to put up with her.*
Pam’s father had died years before in a plane crash. She lived with her mother, and together they ran the small farm. Though it was hard at times, they always managed. She had a special kind of gentleness with all animals, especially horses, and always knew what they wanted. Pam had found her dream horse in Starlight. She couldn’t bear to lose him.