Disclaimer: If I really owned the Phantom Stallion I wouldn't put a story on a site clearly named FanFiction.
Summary: Waytt Forster's just returned from the airport after putting Sam on a plane to San Fransico when he encounters Blackie.
A/N: Excuse any spelling errors, this computer doesn't have spell check and I'm feeling lazy. The title is a bit lame but I might change it when I think of something better.
Unspoken Boundaries
Mahogany boards rumbled under the wheels of an old truck as it rolled over the bridge leading to River Bend Ranch. The driver, Waytt Forster, brought the vehicle
to a halt in front of the white two story house. He sat for a moment letting the humming engine idle and fill the silence. Only an hour ago his young daughter
Samantha had sat beside him pleading with him to not be sent away to San Fransico.
"Its for your own good," was all he had said to her desperate cries. He refused to say anything else, his jaw tight and his eyes covered by the brim of his stetson.
Stubbernly he remained silent trying not to look at the expression of hurt and betrayl on her face.
Turning the key he emerged from the truck, strained but determined. A loud splash and a low whinny sounded behind him from the La Charla river. Waytt's
shoulders tensed as he turned to see a young horse standing knee deep in the shallow water.
Blackie. Waytt froze his emotions tangling over each other. Here stood the horse that had caused his daughters accident, whose hoof had connected with her
head, knocking her unconcious. The accident that had forced Waytt to send his only child miles away from home just so she could be close to a hospital.
The colt's black coat gleamed sleek and glossy in the evening light as he stood, swishing his tail and looking at Waytt. Anger and resentment flared within him. He
had a rifle in the back seat, all he had to do was shoot the horse and tell Sam that he had died on the playa. His eyes flicked to the truck but even as he did he
remembered how she had begged him to find her colt from her hospital bed.
Blackie nickered and his ears pricked forward as if he hoped to hear Waytt call him over. Even when the the other horses called from the pasture Blackie's
attention stayed fixed on Waytt. Snorting and tossing his head playfully Blackie lifted one slender foreleg to step onto the River Bend side of the water. Waytt
stiffened and the horse seemed to sense it. He stopped, his brown eyes looking intently at the man standing by the truck. He bobbed his head slowly as if he were
nodding to some unspoken comand and turned away. He charged through the water back to the wild side of the river and towards the Calico Mountains.
Automatically Waytt's hand went for the rope at his side but he couldn't do it. He watched as the colt ran, his dark body flashing in the sun until he was no longer
visable.
"He was to far away to rope anyway," Waytt said to himself and trudged towards the house. Years later the colt would return to the water and Sam would wonder
why the horse always stopped in the middle of the river just a few steps from shore.