Disclaimer: I do not own Black Stallion of course
Author's note: ….wow it's been a very long time since I have updated any of my stories! I'm in college now and have a little more free time so I am hoping to possibly pick my stories back up or just start new ones! Of course I will probably be a little rusty getting back into writing. I re-read the chapters I have written in this story so far and I believe when I wrote my last chapter(the somewhat disturbing one) I had just got finished watching the Hills Have Eyes, Texas Chainsaw Massacre, or something along those lines… Anyways here's another chapter, hope you enjoy
Chapter 3. Maybe There's Hope
"Yeah, poor beast went through hell a few nights ago, probably won't ever trust anyone again. I just hope they catch the sick man who did this." Mr. Alger was on the phone when Jack arrived at the stable a couple days later. Jack gave him a questioning look that was answered only with a curt nod, so Jack walked past him to look into Galiant's stall. The horse was as far away from the front of the stall as possible and glared at Jack with distrustful eyes as the boy looked him over. What he saw made him wonder what possible reason he had to plead the vet to give Galiant a chance to recover when the kindest act would be to put him down. With a despondent sigh, Jack turned away from that fearful gaze and forced himself to start his duties around the stable.
After mucking out the numerous stalls, feeding the horses, and scrubbing and refilling all the water buckets, Jack decided to give Galiant one last look over before heading back for his home-schooling lessons. This time he stood on the other side of the stable against the adjacent stall so he didn't scare the horse. Galiant looked so weak, but still held a defiant look in his eyes that was just reinforced with his new fear of people. He hadn't touched any feed since that dark night and only drank enough to survive. Jack turned to see Mr. Alger glaring at him for no apparent reason, still on the phone listening to whoever was on the other end.
"Yes. That might be best. I just don't see how he'll trust people after this. The vet checked and said the wounds stopped bleeding and there are no signs of infection, but he will always remain fearful. Mhm… yeah I agree…. Well, once he has completely healed you head our way and check him over, see if you can do anything for him, but if you can't, I will probably see to it that he is put out. Ok, thanks Henry." Jack heard one side of the conversation, which made him hope there was at least some chance for Galiant before Mr. Alger made up his mind. If only he could help in some way.
"Well boy," Mr. Alger spoke. "I have an old friend who is willing to come out here and see about Galiant, see if there is anything he can do for him. Once the horse's wounds are healed he'll be coming down and I don't want you getting in his way you hear? Go about your normal duties like always but leave that stallion to him, don't go trying any funny business of your own." With that, he walked out of the stable, leaving Jack alone with the badly injured and emotionally scarred horse. Funny Business? Did Mr. Alger think he was THAT stupid, to go messing around with a stallion like Galiant? Jack kicked at some hay on the ground, huffed, and began the short walk home.
Author's note: Well... I hope you enjoyed this short chapter, even though it didn't really have much to it. I'm going to try to write a longer chapter after this that really helps move the story along. Thanks