Johnboy grabbed the package then climbed on his horse. Johnboy waved goodbye. Sam waved back. Winter started to settle in. Since Sam knew where Mt. Vernon was, she asked General Washington if she could bring the militia and the army there, since it was closer to the battlefield.
“If we can, we could set up camp on Mt. Vernon” General Washington encouraged her.
Sasha had been acting weird lately, like she was going to have a foal. Sam, Ben, Harry, Jéan and George all got on their horses and moved the militia and army to Mt. Vernon. Sam walked all six horses to the stables with the help of Gabriel. Each horse had their own stall in the stable.
“Sam,” Gabriel started, “Why has Sasha been acting weird?”
“I don’t know,” Sam started, “She might be having a foal, I think.”
“Oh, okay” Gabriel replied after shutting the gate for one of the male horses.
They walked back into the house and Sam went straight upstairs to organize papers for her plans. Throughout the night, Ben kept checking on Sam. Then, less than an hour later, Sam was fed up with Ben checking on her. So she set a chair in back of her bedroom door handle so Ben couldn’t get in to check on her. Sam woke up in the middle of the night and saw the barn light on and she quickly got dressed and ran down the stairs, out the door, and into the barn.
“Sam,” Gabriel started, “What’s happening?”
Sam looked up at Gabriel and told him that Sasha was having a foal. Gabriel shrugged and went back into the house. Sam was petting Sasha’s mane, relaxing her as she gave birth to a beautiful foal. Sam was helping the foal get up on to her hooves. One of the male horses started freaking out over something, and Sam was trying to calm him down but the horse came down and the front hoof hit Sam in the side of the face and she fell. She was still somewhat conscious and she was halfway to the house when she collapsed.
“Sam,” Jéan said, running off the porch of the house.
Ben recently had just woken up, along with Gabriel. Jéan struggled to get Sam to the porch. Gabriel helped Jéan by taking Sam into his arms and carried her into the house.
“Father,” Gabriel shouted upstairs to Ben.
Ben and General Washington came down the stairs as fast as they could.
“What happened?” Ben asked as he looked at Sam, who was still fainted.
“If you look at her temple,” Jéan started, “you can see a hoof print from one of the male horses, I think?”
Sam groaned as her grandfather, General George Washington, put a wet cloth on her temple.
“Shhh,” Ben said, kneeling on the floor next to the couch that Sam was laying on.
“What happened?” Sam said, tenderly touching her temple.
Gabriel explained what happened twice through so she could comprehend what had happened better.
“One of the horses did this to me,” Sam was completely confused now.
Sam stood up and then sat back down quickly.
“I’ll be fine,” Sam reassured the men, “I promise.”
Sam stood back up very slowly as she got her hat off the arm of the chair that was next to the couch.
“Morning Burwell,” Sam said putting her hat and gloves on.
“What happened?” Burwell asked Sam curiously.
“The hoof print on my temple,” Sam replied.
“Yeah,” Burwell started “what’s up with that?”
“One of the male horses got spooked and when he came down, his front right hoof hit my temple,” Sam explained.
Burwell had a shocked expression on his face when Sam had explained to him what happened. Sam got out to the barn and saw that the horses were more calm than before. Sam put the saddle on Sasha and put a rope rein on Sasha’s filly, as Sam tied Jasmine to Sasha’s saddle. Jasmine was nudging at her mom. Sam climbed up onto Sasha after she was finished putting on Sasha’s reins. Sam rode down to the Potomac river.
“Where’s Sam?” Jéan asked Gabriel when they were inside the barn.
“She went down to the Potomac,” Gabriel replied.
Jéan climbed on his horse and rode down to the Potomac. Sam was skipping stones across the river. Jéan got off his horse and walked up to Sam very quietly. Jéan picked up a flat stone and skipped it across the river, which caught Sam’s eye.
“That was really great,” Sam remarked as she skipped another stone.
“Thank you,” Jéan replied while skipping another stone.
They heard a growling sound coming from the bushes. Sam walked over to her horse and grabbed her gun. Sam took aim and shot at the growling noise. Jéan and Sam walked over to the bushes and saw that Sam had shot a rabid wolf.
“It’s a good thing you shot that rabid wolf,” Jéan started, “or else that wolf would have got at Sasha’s filly,.”
“You’re right,” Sam remarked.
Grabbing a stick, Sam put the stick in the wolf’s mouth and tied it around Jéan’s horse’s saddle. Sam and Jéan rode back to the house and realized that if the alpha wolf was dead, the wolf pack would split up and go separate ways.
