Chapter 1

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Sara Samson was a twelve year old girl who lived in Wyoming. Her father owned lots of land which she loved to ride her horse Sunny around the country side at a full gallop.

It was July 1st, her father had a big surprise waiting at her fathers friends house. So she woke up early got dressed and was ready to go.

"I can't wait dad, what's the surprise!?" She asked her 'father' happily.

"You will have to wait and find out." he replied.

The car ride took only at the most a minute since they lived next to the friend whom he was saying that the surprise was at his house. Their neighbor had horses as well but not as many. She only saw his horses once before but she wanted to see them once more.

"Come fallow us to your surprise. You will love it so much I bet you will." he said.

"Jim he's over here, but are you sure about this?" Their neighbor whispered.

"Yes I'm sure Phill." her father replied as they walked into the barn.

"Here he is. Galloping Ice." Phill said.

Sara looked at the horse. She never seen one like it before in her life. He was a magnificent black color with beautiful crystal blue eyes. He was tearing up on his hind legs and kicking the walls of the stall.

"He's the surprise!" She said happily.

"Yes he is." her father replied.

"We call him Black Ice or Ice as well. He loves to run and doesn't like to be in a small space." Phill said.

"What are his origins?" she asked him.

"What I know of it, he was a race horse won some of his races, he is also a pure breed thoroughbred." he replied to her.

He grabbed a halter and lead rope and opened the gate. The black horse charged at Phill. Phill moved in time and the horse ran off.

"That's a crazy horse I tell you!" Phill screeched.

"I'll try to get him, maybe he will come to me. I'm really good with horses." Sara said taking the lead rope and halter.

"Be careful, he is dangerous!" Phill said as she walked on to get the beautiful black horse.

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