Wild Horses: The Valley

Chapter 01

It was a sunny morning. In the bright blue sky only a few clouds stayed, watching over the land of Mistria.

In a small stall, a kiger mustang slept, his black, shadowy mane drooping over his restful, brown eyes. The horse's snout was dipped in black at the end, and it was the same with his legs. All of his hooves were black, except for one hoof, which was a pale peach.

This horse was a stallion who's name was Buck. Buck was a muscular horse and looked quite healthy compared to most horses at the famous rodeo grounds of Pinto Creek.

Pinto Creek was dusty and barren, it rested in the middle of The Lonely Desert. It was surrounded by great wooden walls, and on the inside of the walls, leaning against them, were stables. All of the stables were connected with a fence to keep all the horses in, but still allow all the horses to hang out together. Within the fence were troughs of water, and a few horse-feeders, full of hay.

Outside the fence was a big circle made up of fences that were used to punish bad horses, and filling the rest of the area by the big circle were CowStables, where CowMen lived.

But, in the centre of it all, was a huge stadium. It was famous for the biggest rodeo on the planet, and millions of CowPeople came from Mainland to see it.

Now, let's get off the subject of Pinto Creek, and head back to the horse, as he is waking up.

Buck raised his head slowly. Rays of sunlight were falling into his stable and he raised his head slowly. Yawning, lifted his hooves, as horses do sleep standing up.

Buck then heard a soft chuckle. "Finally up, Sleepy Head?"

Buck looked around and noticed the chuckles were coming from the stall next to his. That stall was occupied by his ancient red roan grandmother, Berry.

Buck smiled quietly and neighed, "Good morning grandma. How are you?" The horse lifted her silver hooves and said, "Better than ever." then coughed, and coughed, and coughed. Buck then heard a thud, and more coughing.

He cantered out of his stall quickly, and went into Berry's. She was on the ground of her stall, having a coughing fit. Buck reassuringly placed his hoof on her and said, "You'll be ok." he stated. "Right, Grandma?"

Berry looked into Buck's eyes. "You never know." she wheezed. His heart lurched and Buck broke eye contact and looked down in despair.

She then let out a huge sigh. "Well, you don't have time to worry about an old mare like me." Buck continued looking at the ground.
"Why don't you go hang out with your friends?" Buck's grandma's voice said. He did really feel like hanging with his friends, and he knew he shouldn't argue with his grandmother, so Buck nodded and started to leave. "Alright, Berry."

Buck trotted along the dusty ground, his tail swishing quickly. Then suddenly, he stopped and turned towards a stable. He walked towards it and pushed his front right hoof against it, making a knocking noise.

He stepped back and it opened, revealing a stellar blue roan arabian. He threw his head up and hooved the ground playfully. "Hey, Buck!" he neighed. "What brings you here?"

Buck looked at him, sorta annoyed it wasn't obvious. "To hang out, Storm." he whinnied kinda playfully, but still trying not to sound like a foal bursting with energy to be with their friends. "Can't you guess?"

Storm's sky-blue eyes lit up in excitement, swishing his tail playfully. "I knew you would ask!" he cried, throwing his neck around Buck's. Buck shook his head. Storm backed away, "Oh yeah, heh, you don't like hugs." he sighed, then shook himself and said, "Well what do you want to do?"

Buck instantly knew what he wanted to do. He wanted to get his other friends, Tank and Mistake. "Well," he began. "Wanna get the gang?"

Storm leapt into the air with such energy Buck almost fell over. "Of course, ofcourse!" he cried! "Come ON, let's go get Tank first!"

Buck stifled back a laugh and followed a cantering Storm to another stable Suddenly, Storm stopped in front of a row of bigger stalls, these were the 'Draft Stalls'. Well that's what horses of the CowArmy called them. These drafts pulled stuff, all sorts of stuff, carts, machines, and even injured or wild horses.

Buck couldn't imagine the pain of being pulled by one of those horses. He didn't get why they did that to wild horses, and at least with the injured ones they used a stretcher.

As Buck was stuck in his thoughts, Storm hit his hoove against the door. Within seconds, a huge horse came out. "Hey guys!"