A/N: I had found this when I moved and decided to post it on Fanfiction, but I might contiune it if I get enough comments, but for now, here ya go folks!
"Grandpa tell me a story." A young girl sat by the old man on the porch swing.
"Which one nina?" The old man askd, rocking back and forth.
"The one about Gram and the Phantom." The girl asked earglery. It was the same answere every night.
The old man smiled down at her. "You always ask for that one, Nina. Don't you want to hear a different one?"
The girl just smiled and snuggled closer to the man. He put his arm around her and they watched the Nevada Sunset together.
"When your Gram first came back fromher Aunt Sue's place, she dressed like a city-slicker. But that first night, she saw her foal, her Blackie, now a wild stallion that everyone claimed was the Phantom."
The pair sat together, just watching the herd of cow ponies glide by in the darking dusk. The older one remembering the days when Samatha Forster was still in High School, those long years ago. Their silhouettes was the only thing the two generations saw agaisnt the navy blue sky with the blue outlines of the Mountains rising above the ranch plains.
"When your gram got between Link and the Phantom, she would have done anything for that stud. Those were the moments that she would go a little berserk."
The girl looked up into her gramp's face. "But she saved him, didn't she? And Link went to jail, too, right?" She asked eagerly, getting ahead of the story.
The old man smiled proudly into his grand-daughter's face. "Yes, she did, Nina. Many times, Sam fought Link to save the Phantom. My grandfather, ol' Mac, saw something in Sam that he thought was only in Warriors of Legends. But Sam had a warrior spirit, and fought to save that horse time after time."
The old man looked around himself, as if he just noticed what time it was. "Don't you have school tomorrow, Nina? It was time that we were getting to bed."
Gripping his grand-daughter's hand, the old man left the porch swing. You could tell just from looking at him that he had spent his whole life on horses. His legs were bow-legged from riding many years, his back was straight like a fence post on the ranch. And his hands were gnarled from working his whole life, while his face was weather beaten.
His storm grey eyes couldn't see as far over the Three Pony Ranch as they did in his youth, but they could see many years of his past with Sam Forster Eli with them.
When all the lights were off, the wind gathered leaves and cleaned the graves of the Eli family, and one Samatha Forster. One leaf was different than the others, it was golden, where the others where only brown and orange. That single golden leaf danced and swirled it's way through the winds and over the Nevada Pairie to a place that many knew and didn't know at the same time. A place of dreams, mermories, and love.
A lady with red hair held out her hand at the gates of such a place. Through the gardens of dreams she went, down mermory lane reliving the times that she had spent on Earth, and entered the Land of Love, where the lady placed the golden leaf beside the others of it's kind, completeing the heart that they made.
"May you find the road, little one. You are alone except your grandfather Jake, but you will grow up and find your true place, Nina." Sam whispered to the wind, knowing how truly alone her grand-daughter was.
It wasn't that bad was it? Just post a comment and I'll try to get back with you, if possible. Please please tell me what you thought of this so far. I just wrote it for fun, but I hope someday that this one chapter might mutiply and turn into one long story.