A/N: i realized that, yet again, i forgot the disclaimer in the first chapter. soz.
Disclaimer: I do not own The Phantom Stallion or any of the characters within. They all belong to the lovely Terri Farley.
EMBARRASSMENT
Sipping a cup of coffee as he stood by the kitchen window, Wyatt watched Sam and Jake bicker about something, though he had no clue what it could be. After so many years of watching the two, he could (with almost one hundred percent accuracy) clock exactly when Jake would say something to annoy Sam and he also knew what Sam's default response would be in the face of her older friend's teasing.
Sure enough, Jake must have said something as he strode ahead of Sam, because Wyatt saw his daughter's face take on the red flush of one that had been truly irked and her hands shoot to her skinny hips in indignation. She hollers something he can't make out and Jake's triumphant grin quickly turns to an ugly scowl as he spins and stomps back to the redheaded girl.
Without any sort of warning, Jake stoops down and hauls Sam over his shoulder much like Wyatt had done the day before with a sack of grain. His daughter yells and kicks, pounding on the older boy's back. Jake must say something to her as he walks, because Sam's struggles quickly become more frantic, but her friend seems to ignore her as he stomps towards the horse trough.
Sam's screech as she is dumped unceremoniously into the chilled water of the trough is clearly audible inside the house and Wyatt chuckles once she had surfaces, sputtering and angry as a wet cat. Jake grins and leans down into her space and Wyatt can see the mischievous gleam in his daughter's eyes.
Lightning fast, Sam's arms shoot out and, before he can do anything about it, she hauls Jake into the water. Off balance as he is, the tall teen goes over easily and Sam's beam when he rights himself is distinctly victorious. Jake slicks the hair back out of his face, it having come loose, and aims a forceful splash at Sam, who speedily retaliates.
For a few minutes the two attempt to dunk each other even though they barely fit inside the thing, side by side as they are, but a truce is eventually called and both parties, soaking wet and laughing, exit the trough, though Jake has a distinctly embarrassed look about him.