A/N. + disclaimer, I don't own The Phantom Stallion. Bold dialogue is directly from the book, so I don't own that either. I have decided to not include Seth, because he is never mentioned in the book. Also due to readers request there will be no more cursing in the story (Currently the A word ( $$/synonym for butt) is used once in chapter 6.


It was Saturday morning, bright and sunny. Since it was still spring, it was a little cold, but still a beautiful day and I couldn't wait for it to be over. In for bu fact I had been dreading it all week. What kind of teenager dreads the weekend?

I normally love the weekend. I would ride over to Riverbend and help Wyatt school horses or tease Sam, my two favorite pass times. But after an earthquake destroyed half the Forsters' barn they hadn't got any new horses. I still could have gone over and bothered/watched Sam. Not like a stalker or anything creepy, the girl just couldn't stay out of trouble.

We've been best friends since she was born (She's two and a half years younger than me.) And it's always been my job to get her out of her messes and make sure she doesn't get hurt. I failed her a little over two years ago. She was gentling her colt, Blackie, just starting to ride him. I should have watched her closer I should have just got the gates; their rattling was just too much for Blackie. He reared and bolted; throwing Sam off. His hoof grazed her head when he ran away. It was...bad knocking her unconscious and sending her to the hospital.

Her dad, Wyatt sent her to live with her aunt in San Francisco where she'd be close to a hospital in case anything went wrong; she lived there for two years. She came back only nine months ago, and has already got into tons of trouble. From encounters with wild horse rustler, being attacked by a cougar, always trying to save "damaged" and often dangerous horses and petting, riding, just being around the Phantom Stallion, her colt Blackie all grown up, now a wild stallion and more dangerous than ever. Considering these are just a few of Sam's escapades any normal person can understand why I'd be protective, unfortunately Sam's not normal.

But heck I think I'd rather be on one of her "adventures", instead of being stuck at home waiting for my Grandpa Mac. Don't get me wrong I love my home, Three Ponies Ranch and my grandpa. It's just being the youngest child I get stuck with all the grunt work, gathering eggs, fixing fences, the boring stuff. While my brothers get to check the cattle, exercise the horses, all the fun stuff, that I'm really good at. So their out riding and I'm here picking up shingles, twine, nails, and other crap the earthquake knocked down or around. I suppose I should be happier it didn't do any real damage, 5.1 is pretty bad especially for northern Nevada.

I love my grandpa and like when he visits. This time is different though, because I know why he is coming.