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Epilogue

As Flash brought his head up to look out over the horizon, his light chestnut mare, Ginger, came up behind him, nuzzling him softly. They stood there together for awhile before Alec came over.

"Hey, girl," he said to Ginger softly, patting her neck. She whinnied faintly, as if to say, "Thank you."

Then he moved over to Flash and hugged his neck. Flash didn't move a muscle. Then Henry came over to join them, with a bridle, bit, reins, and a saddle.

"Well, Alec," Henry said, "I think it's about time for us to start training this youngin'," he said.

Flash's eyes grew wide with excitement and he jumped happily, kicking his heels out. Alec could see the Black somewhere inside him.

"Well, looka' there," Henry said, "Just like his ole' daddy."

"Yeah," Alec mumbled. Henry noticed and patted Alec on the shoulder.

"You still upset with yourself about lettin' him go, huh?" Henry asked.

"No, I just… miss him," he said sadly.

Henry frowned and patted Alec again. He looked up at Henry.

"You did the right thing. And, obviously, it made him happy, because he didn't come back."

Alec nodded. Henry was right. "Yeah."

They both looked at the rising sun before them, and all of a sudden, Ginger and Flash's ears went back quickly.

"They hear something," Alec said, "What do you think they heard?"

Henry didn't answer. All he did was smile and keep on looking at the sunrise.

Alec didn't know why he was looking and why he didn't answer, so he just looked himself. Then, he understood why he couldn't take his eyes off.

There was the Black; just like Alec had dreamt it. He was leading a large herd of wild horses, running across the plain freely. Alec smiled with tears in his eyes.

They stopped for a minute while the Black sniffed the air. Then they all trotted behind the Black, and went down into a small valley to graze. The Black, however, stood on the top of the hill, watching over his herd. Now, he was the only one that Alec could see.

Alec didn't know for sure, but to him, it was as if the Black was actually looking at him, Henry, and the two other horses that he did not know. It troubled Alec to know that the Black would never know his son and his son would never know the Black. It also troubled him to know that he would never see the Black again. He would never get to feel his soft fur against his skin again. He would never get to ride him, groom him, or spend time with him anymore.

No more daily rides on the trail. No more good memories together. No more struggling to give him a bath.

But, Alec knew that he had Flash now, and that when Flash was gone, he would have another piece of the Black, and another, and another. The generation of the Black would live on, and the Black would live on in his heart forever and would never leave. He had truly left on a mark on his heart.

The Black stood there, his mane blowing in the wind, and took one last look at the mysterious creatures down below. Then, he sounded for his herd to follow him, and they ran out of sight.

He smiled once again with tears in his eyes, and then hugged Flash gently and cried into his soft fur. Flash stood there understandingly and let Alec weep into him. Alec couldn't stop from smiling. This was another trait he had inherited from the Black; comforting you when you needed it most.

After Alec stopped crying, he looked up at Flash and took him by the halter, leading him to the stables. Ginger followed closely behind.