Phantom Stallion: Wild Horse Island #2: The Shining Stallion (Bk. 2)
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Ever since Darby rescued her wild filly mustang, she's been having a tough time at her grandfather's ranch. And after she accidentally endangers one of his loyal and steady horses, she can't help but wonder if she really belongs on a horse ranch at all.
But then a shadowy horse shows up, prowling the grounds at night. Could it be the legendary Shining Stallion of Hawaii? And why is Darby the only one who has seen him? One thing is certain: When the mysterious stallion sets out to challenge the wrong horse, only Darby can stop him—before anyone gets hurt.
fed and watered. She turned Sweetheart into the new round pen next to the barn, but left Ace in his stall. “I’ll be back for you in a minute, good boy.” She kissed his muzzle, then ran to refill Blaze’s water dish. The Border collie looked toward the front gate and whined. Sam listened for the horses. Nothing. Blaze rarely fretted over horses, anyway, unless there was a new animal to inspect. Now, he was probably concerned by all the unusual comings and goings. “Don’t worry, Blaze,” she said,
the tack room?” Jake asked. Chapter Fifteen Sam stood beside Dr. Scott, watching Callie stand just inside… Chapter Sixteen Sam hustled the horses into the barn. Chapter Seventeen Dusk wasn’t a good time to have a talk. As… Chapter Eighteen Early the next morning, Quinn called to tell Sam that… Chapter Nineteen Trembling with the need to do what she’d always done,… About the Author Other Books by Terri Farley Credits Copyright About the Publisher Chapter One
like she was intruding on Callie’s conversation, but she had to see the horse they were talking about. Sam peered between two fence rails at the horse inside. The mare stood straight and slim as a Thoroughbred. Her slender legs wore horizontal bars of black, and a dark stripe traced the path of her spine. Her black-edged ears pricked to listen and her slightly dished head turned toward Sam. The horse trembled with watchfulness. “Oh girl,” Sam said with a sigh. The mare was the color of autumn
far, the mare was tired and frightened, but she hadn’t injured herself. A heavy sigh reminded Sam that Aunt Sue stood beside her. “I’m going to get some of that coffee,” she said. “I’ll stay here,” Sam replied. “Me too,” Callie said, and though she sounded wearied from watching, she still sounded hopeful. When she moved closer to the trailer, Sam felt angry. Couldn’t Callie see the horse was already frightened? Pressing close and staring at her like she was a zoo animal would only bring on
the normal jumble of shelves and clothes and posters. It was only a dream, she told herself, but the ugly sensation persisted. She reached around and touched the space between her shoulder blades. It wasn’t sore. In her dream, someone she loved had pushed her. She hadn’t seen the person’s face, but as she was falling and begging Dad for help, she’d been choked with a feeling of loss. She scooted to the end of her bed and polished an opening in the frost covering her window. She looked through.