It was moning and as I woke up the bright light peering through the window was almost blinding. I went out to the stable to feed the horses.
All of them were nickering as if to say, ''Give me food.'' When they were done I hopped on Buck in english tack And we walked some where besides the field with the wild horses. Another field appeared.
Buck trotted over to a lake near another gathering of trees. There were catfish and trout and minos. I remembered how my first night that I ran away I was living off of fish in the stream. This way I would never go back to that grocery store again.
The cool breeze in the air made both Buck and I feel good. We galloped through the field until it felt we were just blurs. The wind against my curly, dirty blonde hair felt amazing, like I could do anything. I slowed my horse to a stop and we walked back to the barn.
"I wonder if Star misses his family?" I repeated in my head. I got on Star and we walked to the field where he came from. He was surprisingly calm. The people weren't there so I let him go to see the others. Of course, I went back and got him after a while. Once I did, he was not happy. I got on his back and rode back into the woods.
As we rode there was a faint sound like a helicopter in the distance. I looked back and saw it was a helicopter. Star reared and I slid off. Luckily, he ran was the opposite directin of the helicopter. When I first laid eyes on it, I knew people were rounding up wild horses to auction off.
"Oh no." I almost whispered.
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Star (Under Revision)
General FictionMeg has been on the run for 1 year now with he beloved horses, Dream and Buck. When she finds an old barn in the middle of the woods she finds a wild bachelor stallion she named Star. But the wild horses are being watched by a photographer. Could sh...
