A/N: Yay! New PS fic : Review my darling readers tell me whether or not to continue. :D
PS: Incase you haven't noticed...I like smiley's xD
Hush-a-Bye
Don't You Cry
Go To Sleep My Little Baby
When You Wake You Shall Have
All The Pretty Little Ponies
Samantha Forster sung sweetly slowly taking a step towards the river.
In Your Bed
Mamma Said
Babies Riding Off To Dream Land
One By One
They've Begun
Dance And Prance For Little Baby
She shivered when her toes touched the cold water but didn't stop. The Phantom snorted and shook his head in her direction.
Blacks And Bays
Dapples And Grays
Running In The Night
When You Wake
You Shall Have
All The Pretty Little Ponies
She continued to sing and make her way into the water. The Phantom took a big step towards her and bobbed his head. Sam smiled.
Can't You See The Little Ponies
Dance Before Your Eyes
All The Pretty Little Ponies
Will Be There When Your Arise
The Phantom gave a soft nicker and closed the distance between them. Sam smiled as he rested his majestic head on her chest. She slowly rubbed his forehead under his forelock where he liked it best.
"That's my good boy," she murmured to him. He lifted his head; his big knowledgeable eyes meeting hers. Then just like that he spun and ran off into the wild. Sam sighed and made her way out of the river.
Hush-a-Bye
Don't You Cry
Go To Sleep My Little Baby
When You Wake
You Shall Have
All The Pretty Little Ponies
She sang making her way across the ranch yard. She jumped when Blaze started barking and the front porch light came on. The front door opened and Blaze shot out like an attack dog.
"Shh Blaze it's just me!" Sam hissed at the dog. He skidded to a halt at her feet and looked up at her wagging his tail.
"Some guard dog…" she muttered trudging past him to the house.
"Sam? What are you—" Wyatt started to ask but knew it was just a waste of breath.
"Get inside Sam we'll discuss this in the morning," he said ushering her inside his face tired and annoyed. Sam saw the bunkhouse light flicker on and stopped. Someone came out the front door.
"Everything alright?" Pepper called stepping out front with his boots and pajama's. Sam giggled but stopped instantly when her father looked at her.
"Yeah everything's fine—go back to bed," Wyatt called then shut off the front porch light and closing the door behind him and Sam.
"Get on up to bed now," he said pointing Sam towards the stairs. Sam obeyed bowing her head and tip-toed upstairs. The floor board creaked only a few times making Blaze come after her.
"Want to sleep with me boy?" Sam asked the dog.
"That better be the only boy you ask that question." Wyatt said coming up beside her. Sam bit her lip to keep from smiling.
"Of course dad…now come on Blaze," she called to the dog. His response was to turn and run the other direction.
Wyatt chuckled beside her. "That better be every boy's response to that question."
"I thought I wasn't supposed to ask any boys?" Sam taunted.
"Dang right—" he said leaving to go back to bed. He ruffled Sam's hair as he passed. "Go to sleep."
Sam nodded her head and opened the door to her bedroom. She plopped herself into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. She smiled and whispered softly as her eyelids fluttered shut.
All The Pretty Little Ponies
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Sam woke to the beeping of her alarm clock. She moaned and rolled over to shut it off.
She couldn't find the button so instead she launched her pillow in that general direction. She was awarded with a loud crashing sound and got up to discover a broken lamp and alarm clock.
"Uh-oh," she muttered brushing her hair out of her face.
Her door swung open. "Samantha what happened!" Her Gram asked rushing to the broken lamp.
"Alarm clocks happened…" she mumbled getting out of bed to clean up the broken glass. She unplugged the lamp from the wall just incase and began gathering some of the glass while Gram left to get a trash bag.
"Oh Sam don't do that with your hands you—"
"Ow!" Sam hissed grabbing her hand. Gram sat down beside her.
"Let me see…" she said reaching out for her hand. Sam tentatively gave Gram her hand but still had it in a fist.
"Open…"
Sam did as she was told and gasped at the sudden sting.
"Oh dear…Wyatt!" Gram yelled as Sam stared at her hand.
"Gram it's not that bad…just pull out the chunk of glass and hurry up and put a towel over it so blood won't gush out everywhere…especially onto the carpet." Sam said poking her hand and wincing. Gram glared at her.
"Don't touch it!" She commanded and Sam obeyed. Wyatt came into the room then.
"What the—Sam what'd you do?" He asked rushing to her side.
"Cut my hand…" she said shrugging.
"Clearly…" he muttered scratching his head. "Alright come here I'm gunna take you to the bunkhouse so the guys can help me," he lifted her up with a grunt and Sam squealed.
"But dad I'm all bedraggled! Not to mention awful morning breath!" Sam protested as her dad carried her down the stairs. He kicked open the screen door and it hit someone.
"Ouch…" Jake muttered opening the door for him and taking in the picture in front of him. His eyes nearly bulged out of his head when he saw Sam's hand.
"What did you—"
"Well gee Jake isn't it obvious?" Sam hissed her hand throbbing now.
"Here let me take her," Jake said switching off with Wyatt and holding Sam with no problem.
"Thanks…these old bones just ain't what they used to be…" Wyatt muttered rubbing his back.
"Come on let's take her to the bunkhouse…" he said stepping out the door. Jake followed.
"Don't you think she needs to go to the hospital?" Jake asked hesitantly still looking at her hand.
"No," Sam and her dad answered in unison.
"It'll be fine. Things like this have happened around here before." Wyatt explained opening the door to the bunkhouse after knocking.
"Pull out your first aide kit gentlemen." Wyatt said motioning Jake to take Sam to the table.
"Ew dad they eat there…" she said wrinkling her nose.
"Don't worry we'll sterilize it rancher style." Pepper placing a towel over the table.
"Very sterile." Sam mumbled sarcastically as Jake gently sat her in the chair.
Pepper let out a whistle while Dallas shook his head…and well Ross? He just his behind them all.
"Dang Sam. How'd you do that?" Pepper finally asked while Jake started cleaning around the cut.
"Well me and the lamp got in a fight…the lamp won—ouch! Jake that stings!" Sam said trying to pull her hand away but Jake held it firmly.
"Sorry," he mumbled putting the cleaning stuff away. He looked at towards Wyatt.
"You sure about this?" He asked pulling out a pair of oversized tweezers.
"Jake you help your father with this kind of stuff all the time when he gets calls. It'll be fine." Wyatt reassured holding Sam's arm down for him.
"This might hurt…" Jake warned as he used the tweezers to get a good grip on the glass. He pulled it out carefully and Sam only winced. Jake checked the cut for any loose shards of glass then cleaned it up and wrapped it in gauze.
"There," he said tying the knot to the gauze. Sam held up her hand to inspect the gauze and gave a nod of approval.
"So Sam why did you get in a fight with a lamp?" Pepper asked.
"Because it got in the way of my pillow throwing." Sam answered with a smile. They all just shook there heads at her. Jake helped her out of the chair and grinned at her.
"Only you Sam."