Forever Concealed .dark.demon.

Disclaimer - I own nothing from Hidalgo. I only own Metallica and any other made up horses I create.

Storyline - Its 2004, or modern day. Its been many many years since Hidalgo has been around but now his great great great great, etc granddaughter reins. But... whats this? She is in captivity? Well, most horses are now right?

Chapter 1

The young filly was now three years old. Oh what a great age to be for a horse. She was young,
spirited and had the attitude of a leader. But, to the humans she was a petting whore. She always wanted attention from them. Currently she was being used as a halter show horse. She always did fairly well also.
She had the body of a quarter horse and was sired from a palomino stud by the name of Cowboys Contender and bore by her colored dun dam Reinas Chick.

Both her parents were well known Quarter Horses. But, it was said she was also a far descendent from the great Hidalgo. Why he was so great she really didn't know. Something about endurance riding across an arabian desert and actually winning. She didn't actually know the whole story but it was something along those lines.

There she was. It was about mid morning and she was munching on a bit of hay that had been left over from the early breakfast given to her by her humans. She lived on a simple two acre property & had lived here since she was a yearling. What a odd life it had been. What with the ropes around her face and behind her ears. The hard leathery objects on her back and the hard metal in her mouth. She had grown used to it and kind of liked becoming one with a human.

Then there were the times when she just did not want to do anything and threw the most outrageous fits.
She would buck and rear to no end until the rider was off. Then she would run away elsewhere. If she was in an arena she would always trot off to the other end till she felt like going home. If she was out on open range she would trot away back home. Though sometimes she had the urge to go join the wild horses out past the mountains from where she was.

She never did get the courage to do so though. She raised her neck and head as she saw her human coming with a halter in hand. She had long learned the name of every piece of equipment put on her. She had no idea what they were gonna do today but she had a feeling. They had mentioned something about barrels and racing. What did that mean. Hmm, who knew? Not she.

For a young filly she was pretty good looking. She had that stocky build and was colored dun like her dam.
Except she wasn't a dull reddish color. She was a bright yellow with a black mane & tail and black stockings and her darkened dorsal eel stripe down her back. And somehow she had two blue eyes even though her dam and sire had brown eyes. Well, her great grandsire on her dams side had two blue eyes.
So she was known as a crop out but was registered with the AQHA.

Her human had caught her, not that she went running off this time and had saddled her after the brushing and fly spraying etc etc. But her bridle had never been put on. Instead she was loaded straight away into the four horse stock trailer. Oh goody arena time. She just knew it had to be arena time.

And she was right about that as her human unloaded her and put on her bridle.

A/N: Ok what do you guys think? Weird? Bad? Good? Keep Writing... er typing? If so I will when I get 5 reviews. If not then I will just delete the story next month. Ta & forsaken.