Spirit, Riding Free: Lucky and Her Adventurous and Mysterious Cousin Sasha

Chapter One: Sasha Alma Flores

A young girl around sixteen years old with blonde hair and sea-blue eyes named Sasha Alma Flores was walking alongside her Granduncle James Prescott. They were heading towards the train station today with Sasha's luggage. Sasha has to stay with Frienf Lucky, Jim, and Cora. Her parents are both too busy working for her family's friend or too busy separating each other to noticed that she had left due to their work, so she's going to live with her friend in the Wild West for now on.
She had been to the train station many times in her life, but never with her luggage, which is only in two luggages and her satchel had been placed over her shoulder. She'd taken day trips to visit her cousins, but this particular journey would take many days and it required sleeping on the train, which she'd never done. She had even met her scheming, troublesome cousin of Lucky's a few times over a million times that he had came from boarding school. With these unanswered questions and fears of being cooped up had heightened her feelings trepidation. Once they closed the doors, would she feel like a caged bird? She felt her limbs twitched just thinking about it.
One or two porters had stacked her trunks onto a wheeled cart and took them away to load them onboard the train. The station was loud enough to give Sasha an earache, with attendants hollering directions and vendors hawking wares. Passengers rushed about. There were families with kids in tow. Couples arm in arm. One man was walking alongside leashed a brown and tan German shepherd. The dog looked around with a twitching nose, flattened ears, and wide eyes, appearing as nervous and adventurous as Sasha secretly felt. What is all the excitement about at the train station today?
Sasha had saw an elderly lady with twinkling brown eyes, pale olive skin, and was wearing a simple magenta dress and a ribboned, flowery hat. The lady was walking with three young men, who were leading about thirteen or so horses by the lassos looped around their necks. Many of them were black or roan Arabian horses, silvery gray or dark bay Andalusian horses, chestnut and light gray Appaloosa horses, dark bay or brown thoroughbreds, creamy or golden palominos, and red dun or blue roan quarter horses. But a young mare tossed her wavy mane from her eyes and snorted from the excitement at the train station, catching Sasha's eye.
She's truly special in Sasha's eyes. The young mare is a slender and average beautiful golden palomino pinto. Her eyes are sparkly amber-colored and her mane and tail are both creamy white, probably flaxen. Her hooves are polished light brown.
But the lean golden mare stared at Sasha with her unique eyes. The mare's amber eyes resembled what Sasha had seen each peaceful morning sunrise when she watched on the hills of her great home, the mare's eyes sparkled with spirited fire. Sasha could see intelligence and courage blazing in her eyes. Sasha hadn't felt like this for a long time after the loss of her late horse, till now that is. The spirited mare is truly something special in Sasha's eyes; she knew it.
The mare was so close, that Sasha could almost touch the beautiful mare. The two of them couldn't see or hear anything else, only each other. The spirited mare nickered softly, a gentle hello to Sasha. To the mare, the young human filly was once a happy and adventurous youngster, but something terrible had happened, so the young human filly stopped searching for adventures and tried to stop getting herself in trouble.
But the two started to get split up from each other and had returned to the real world.
"Sasha, it's rude to stare at others." Granduncle James scolded her, with a touch of fond amusement in his eyes.
"I wasn't staring at the lady," protested Sasha softly. "I was looking at the lady's golden pinto."
Her granduncle/family friend looked a little thoughtful as he caught the lady owner's eye. She smiled and nodded a silent agreement to him from his silent request. The horses was soon put in a huge horsecar, but the golden pinto had looked at Sasha before she nodded and gestured to the horsecar. The feisty golden mare got into the cart.
The air was stifling, thick with white steam, and the overpowering scent of hot grease filled the air. This was James Sr.'s world, his kingdom, and he appeared a few years younger as he walked proudly past his workers, tipping his top hat now and then. Sasha followed him, respectfully and silently making her way through the station house and out onto the platform. A train waited on the tracks. The initials JP were painted on the sides in gold leaf. The engine was fired and ready to go, hissing and gurgling, making quick pshhht sounds.
The engineer leaned out and saluted to James Sr. "Top of the morning to ya, sir and young lady," he called out.
James Sr. saluted back. They passed the crowded passenger cars, where people poke out the train cart windows to wave goodbye to family and friends. They passed a luggage car and a mail car.
"All aboard!" the conductor called as he passed back and forth. When he recognized James Sr., he hurried over. "Good morning, sir and madam; are you traveling today? Shall we send for your private car?"
"We are traveling towards Miradero today," said James Sr. "But no private car is needed, it's due for repairs. We need the first-class cabin."
The conductor seemed to have remembered the accident with the private car from the train bandits and he nodded.
"Right this way." The first-class car was at the back of the train, the optimal location because it was far from the hot sand noisy engine.
Her adoptive granduncle nodded his thanks to the conductor before they went up the steps. A porter led them into their first-class cabin. Two bench seats faced each other, comfortably padded and elegantly upholstered. Purple velvet curtains with pretty yellow sashes hung on the window, and a lovely Persian rug decorated the floor. There was a small closet with a shelf for personal items. Sasha looked at her window, watching the as the station slowly disappeared.
This time, Sasha Alma Flores, wasn't reading a book with characters going on their next adventures, finding their inner strength and callings, or ready to risk their lives for their family and friends. Indeed not, Sasha was the next person who was going on her new big adventure.