Wyatt saw the Phantom slow down so he slowed down his horse allowing it to take a quick drink. Phantom watched them and every movement they made. Wyatt could tell he really didn't want to be this close to him, but still stayed that gave him the more reason to follow the stallion. He studied the horse remembering when he had been a colt and remembering the day Sam had gotten dehydrated and passed out in Blackie's stall and the colt went and found him and brought him to Sam. He looked into the stallion's eyes and saw the same look he had when he was only a yearling, but the look he had now seemed the same; full of worry and the want to protect. He followed once the horse started up again the sun was setting he knew he was losing light by the hour he hoped he would be le to the place the phantom wanted soon. The Phantom was already far ahead and all Wyatt could see was a white dot far in front of him, he never realized how much speed that horse had. He saw the Phantom reach a hill the sun hit his coat as if to make him shine. The stallion stopped and reared high in the air letting out a blood curdling cry that made his hear stand on end. That's when Wyatt knew; they where close.

Sam looked out the window at the hill where she could see the sun setting behind the hill that was set out side the window. She closed her eyes then turned to Jake

"Jake…I" she stopped "Do you think we will get out of this?"

"Of course brat" he replied, but his voice didn't have much hope

"No you don't; Jake you don't have to sugar coat things for me anymore" she said getting angry at him for still treating her like a little kid "Stop treating me like I'm a little kid, I'm not going to get you in trouble or give you more guilt" Sam looked at Jake into his mustang eyes, and for a moment she thought she saw hurt then anger, but then they softened and so did his voice

"Sam why do you think I worry so much?"

"Because you think I'm going to get hurt and you said you would stick to me like glue"

"Sam why do you think I wanted to do that?"

"Because you didn't want to feel guilt even when you didn't have to"

"Sam your wrong"

"What?"

"That was only a small part the other was…" he stopped then looked down soon turning back to her "Sam it's… the reason is I love you" he told her as there eyes locked

"What did you just say?" Sam asked she couldn't believe she heard what he had just said; she had been without that much food or water in a while.

"Sam I love you" his eyes didn't leave hers

Before Sam could answer, she heard the cry only a horse could make, but not just any horse, her horse, her stallion. She didn't know why but her horse Zanzibar had returned to her. She turned her head to the window and up on the hill stood her beautiful horse the sun bounced off his coat making him glow, he lifted his power full body into the air and thrust his front legs in the air pounding the air with anger. The way the light hit him he looked like a phantom stallion, a ghost. She felt her self take in a deep breath as she watched his beautiful Arabian head and his beauty. Her glance was broken from him when she heard Jake's voice

"Well I'll be" he said in aw "He returned to help you" he couldn't believe the bond the horse had with Sam. Ignoring all instincts he had returned to help her; he returned to danger instead of going home where he would be safe. He watched the stallion hoping this time his rescue attempt would be a good one that showed success. Then coming up behind the stallion Jake saw Wyatt atop his horse. He glanced at the man that held them captive. Bear cans lay all around the guy as he was knocked out on the couch. A smile spread from one side of Jake's face to the other, he leaned forward and whispered into her ear

"Sam look"

But still Sam's eyes where fixed on the stallion she didn't notice her father, only the mighty horse that stood high on the hill. Jake shook her and said again

"Sam look it's Wyatt". Sam turned her head to Jake then back out the window and this time she saw her father and she knew with her father and the Phantom she would be safe.

Wyatt looked down the hill and saw a shack that looked like it could barley stand on its own. He glanced at the stallion that had his gaze fixed on the shack

"Is this where it is boy?" he asked. Then without Warning the stallion flew down the hill with such agility, grace and power that unless you where there you could never think anything alive could move that way.