Emily's POV
"Daddy, watch India and I," I yelled to him. I had India go into a gallop and we approached the obstacle. She jumped over it and landed perfectly. She trotted and the jump and we faced my dad.
Wait, hold on a second. So imagine this, there's an 8-year-old girl, in the saddle of a white Arabian. That's me. Emily Matthews is the name. My dad is Chris Matthews and my mom is Sharon Matthews. We own Dreamside Ranch. I've been riding India since I was 5. India is the white Arabian. She's the best horse I could ever have.
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Dusty's POV
"Dusty, did you know that if you ran fast enough, you could fly?" Mom asked me. She must've seen me running. I shook my head and took off. I want to fly.
"Dusty come back." My dad called out. I didn't listen. I'm just a foal. I ran and fell. I rolled down a hill and stopped. I see a sleeping mountain lion. I get up quickly and start walking backwards slowly. SNAP!! I look under me and see a broken twig. The mountain lion woke up and looked to see what made the noise. I turned around and ran. I was running back to the herd, but of course, I had to fall down the hill.
"Help!!" I called out. Then I see dad. He was running towards me. Before I could say anything else, he took the lion's attention and ran towards the woods. I ran back to the herd. I see mom and Sky waiting for me. I ran to them. We went into the middle of a circle, while the men took the outside. Waiting for more mountain lions.
"Dusty are you ok? Did it hurt you?" Mom asked. A painful neigh and a roar. Everyone fell silent. Tears rolled down my face.
