The Wild Mustang – Chapter 5 Blog Archive on August 17, 2009, 8:00

by Violet Inkpen, age 13


Tess slid to a stop as a black object came flying at her. She scrambled to back up, kicking up mud and dirt, then wheeled and almost made it. The black thing came around and cut her off with a snort. Tess backed away and gasped.

A powerful stallion with long, silky mane and a beautiful, elegant neck was looking at her with his head in the air and his hoof bent to point at his chest. His ears were pricked and his tail was slowly blowing in the breeze. His eyes searched hers with a friendly gaze. Tess groaned to herself.


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