Disclaimer: I do not own Spirit, Stallion of the Cimarron. It is copyrighted and made by DreamWorks.

So, here's your next chapter for Revenge.

I'm sorry if the chapters are so short! I'm juggling two stories at a time...

By the way, if you see the word "kopje" in the story, it's pronounced "copy."

Go ahead, knock yourself out!

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Chapter 2

Daughter-In-Law

Luckily for her, Spirit rushed to the mare's side. He helped her up the hill, nudging her sides to help her regain her balance again. The mare sighed in thanks and trudged up the mountain after her foal.

Rain galloped up to her mate. She nickered to him and nuzzled his cheek, licking his ears. Spirit smiled and drew his head away, then, eyes on Rain, headed up the mountain slope again.

These were not mountain horses. They were plateau horses. They were used to roaming and running the long, gentle hills instead of the slippery rock-bluffs and kopjes.

Rain was about to try and climb after Spirit when she heard a feminine neigh. She turned. It was Esperanza. The old palomino's hoof was caught in a ledge. Rain whinnied back, sliding down the slope to help her.

The pinto reached Esperanza, kicking lightly at the clay. Esperanza's hoof wiggled slightly. Rain looked into her mother-in-law's eyes, whickering slowly. Esperanza whinnied back, then the two of them stared down at where Esperanza's hoof was stuck.

Spirit.

Rain raised her head and whinnied to Spirit. Before it could reach him, a clap of thunder drowned out all noises.

Rain tried again. She bugled a flawless, perfect neigh for Spirit to hear. Another clash of thunder. Lightning bolts in the distance.

By now the herd was far up the mountains.

Spirit was too worried to glance back.

Stumbling backwards, Rain lost her grip. Esperanza whinnied at her and used her teeth to grab ahold of Rain's forelock. The two mares whinnied helplessly for their leader.

But the herd was too much far away for them to hear.

Drip. Rain felt moisture on her muzzle. Drip. Drip.

So did Esperanza.

For a moment, the two mares glanced up at the sky. Raindrops pattered from the heavens and onto the dry, crisp mountains.

Esperanza and her daughter-in-law were alone.

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Once again, I apologize for the short chapters. If you're a Madagascar fan, as well, please see my other fic: African Boy! Thanks!