Winter of the Crystal Dances (Whinnies on the Wind Book 1) by Dorsey Angela

Author:Dorsey, Angela [Dorsey, Angela]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Enchanted Pony Books
Published: 2012-05-02T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 11

“Evy? Are you in here?”

I moved away from Twilight’s right side – I’d almost scratched my way to her head again – and slipped out of the stall before answering. Kestrel was petting Plato just inside the door; he purred so loudly, he sounded like a small motor.

“Hey. I thought you’d never get here.”

“What are you doing?” Kestrel asked.

I smiled. “Spending time with my new horse. Come see her.”

Kestrel rushed to the stall door and Twilight jumped into the far corner of her enclosure again.

Another one , I could hear her thinking. How many can there be?

Kestrel inhaled sharply. “Oh, she’s so pretty. Laticia said you had a cool surprise, but I never would’ve guessed. Where did you get her?”

“She’s one of the wild ones. Look at her back leg.”

Kestrel gasped again, this time not with delight.

“She was attacked in the trees near the meadow last night. The herd came for the hay and something was lying in wait. I think it’s been hanging around for a while now, hoping to get one of them.” As the words came from my mouth, I knew they were true. That alone explained the mustangs spooking at nothing – or what seemed like nothing. And I realized something else: the attacker probably knew the path the mustangs normally travelled to reach the hay. It could’ve been waiting for them to pass, which could be why they stopped coming – until they got too hungry again, that is.

“Do you know what it was?”

“A wolf, maybe. I’m not sure. If it is, it’s a weak one. It didn’t do nearly as much damage as it could have.”

Twilight was feeling less fear now, but no less frustration. Her ears flattened against her skull and her resentment was a beast snarling through her mind as she listened to us.

“She’s lucky she’s not dead. Tell me everything, in detail.”

Using the most lavish detail possible, I told Kestrel all that had happened since the last time she’d visited: the mustangs coming every night for while, then getting spooked, probably by the wolf, and Mom and I going out to see if they were still around. Then there was the attack on Twilight, which I said I heard with my ears, and the wild ride on Rusty’s back as we raced to the rescue, the gargantuan effort it took to bring Twilight home, and Mom’s anger, and well, everything. By the time I was done, Twilight was looking even grumpier, as if my voice was the most annoying thing she’d ever heard.

“All the exciting stuff happens to you,” Kestrel complained, then added with a smile, “Thank goodness. I kind of like sleeping the whole night, warm and safe in my own bed. It would be awful to hear an attack and have to run out into the dark to save someone.” She turned appraising eyes on Twilight. “But how amazing that you saved her life.”

“Yeah, that makes it worth it,” I said, though there was a lot more than that which made my ability to understand horses worthwhile.

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