By Walter Farley
During this prequel to The Black Stallion, we examine the tale of the Black ahead of he was once shipwrecked with Alec Ramsay. Born within the mountain stronghold of Sheikh Abu Ishak, the colt exhibits nice promise. in the course of a band of robbers’ try to thieve him, the colt escapes and learns to outlive on his personal within the excessive mountains. Will he ever locate his approach domestic?
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He acknowledged within the voice of a guy who used to be used to giving orders and having these orders obeyed. The younger black stallion held his head excessive. each line of his immense body trembled. He uttered a gentle, muffled neigh and rose to his complete peak, an amazing, massive determine, outstanding the air together with his forelegs to take care of his stability, his lengthy mane waving from his efforts. He used to be the image of tremendous strength, his eyes darting fireplace. He introduced his hooves crashing to the floor, threw his head down among his forelegs, then lifted it up back, arching his neck, knocking down his ears, pawing the floor. All Rashid might think about was once get away. long past have been his desires, his fears, the stories of all he had persevered. He moved to Shêtân’s part, as though the wild stallion have been his protector—the in basic terms factor that stood among him and people who may damage him. From at the back of the mammoth boulders emerged one, then , then a ranking of guys and extra. They approached astride finely sculpted, desert-bred horses, warfare mares and stallions. The riders have been wearing white flowing gowns and reflections of sun sparkled upon the curved daggers they wore lashed to their waists. Long-barreled rifles have been slung sideways over their shoulders, wilderness type. Rashid used to be trapped. He couldn't struggle or outrun Abu Ishak’s males. there has been yet a method out. Springing off a small boulder, he leapt up and onto the again of the black stallion. Startled, Shêtân rocked again after which plunged ahead. Rashid locked his fingers round the stallion’s neck, keeping on for his existence. Away they fled around the undeniable like a satan wind. DRINKER OF THE WIND 12 Desperation and the need to outlive lent new power to Rashid’s muscle tissues. He squeezed his legs as tightly as he may perhaps round the stallion’s girth yet was once slightly in a position to hold on. the large horse bolted around the undeniable as though shot from a cannon. Rashid bounced up and down, grabbing handfuls of mane to drag himself again into his seat. Bending ahead, he locked his hands in a demise grip round the stallion’s neck. He didn't see the band of riders take part pursuit nor pay attention the thunder in their mounts’ pounding hooves. He knew purely the roar of the wind in his face and the contoured flesh of Shêtân’s strong fore-quarters underneath him, stretching farther and farther with each one great stride. the area glided by in a blur. floor mixed with sky. there has been not anything he may well do to sluggish the stallion’s cost. around the open undeniable they bounded, careening among boulders and leaping over rocks. In Rashid’s ears the booming of his middle combined with the drumming of Shêtân’s hooves. Tears got here to his eyes because the wind reduce into them like a knife. Shêtân’s black mane enveloped him and stung his face. in basic terms the surge of the stallion’s muscle tissues underneath him reminded him that he was once nonetheless tied to the earth. yet for that Rashid felt he may well break away of the area and raise off into the sky. The band of riders in pursuit like a satisfaction of hungry lions attempting to run down its prey. Shrill battle cries spurred the horses on and quickened the velocity of the chase.