to find an excuse to tell Jen.
During their lunch hour, both girls stood outside, munching sandwiches and apples. For months, theweather had been so harsh, theyâd had to eat in the cafeteria. Now it was cool and sunny.
They were enjoying the warmth of sun on their cheeks and talking as usual when Jen mentioned sheâd received a message in her last class.
âI forgot, I have a dentist appointment,â she said with a pout. âI guess riding Sky will have to wait until tomorrow.â
âDo it when you get home, Jen. I donât have to be there to watch. We have less than two weeks.â
âYeah, I know. I wouldnât be worried, except for Roman. What do you remember about him?â
âNot that much,â Sam said slowly. âHeâs dark chestnut with a pretty extreme Roman nose and he acts like a stallion.â
âI was just thinkingâoh, forget it. Iâm beginning to sound like you.â
âOh, now I really have to hear it,â Sam said. âSpit it out.â
âWell, the race runs over the Phantomâs territory, right?â Jen asked. âAnd this is the time of year herd stallions guard their mares against other stallions. Theyâre superjealous, right?â
âWhy didnât I think of that?â Sam wondered aloud. âThere are bound to be some stallions in the race. What if the Phantom challenges them?â
âI donât think it will happen,â Jen said as the bell rang for the end of lunch hour. âThe noise and riders would scare off the usual mustang.â
As she walked toward Journalism, her last classof the day, Sam was thinking that she and Jen both knew the Phantom was a very un usual mustang. Sheâd raised him from birth and heâd lived as a domestic horse until the accident that had put her in a coma and set him free.
While Sam lived in San Francisco, recovering, the young stallion had run wild, but he hadnât forgotten her.
He might have been easy to recapture and gentle, if his encounters with people hadnât taught him fear.
The silver mustangâs beauty had drawn humans who wanted to capture him. Some, like Linc Slocum, hadnât cared if theyâd scared and injured him.
Suddenly a charge of excitement flashed through her. Of course the Phantom hated some humans, but he trusted her as much as a wild thing could.
The situation could be exactly the same for Jake and the filly.
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Sam couldnât get her mind off horses. The current events quiz in Journalism didnât do it and neither did typing her story for the next issue of the Darton Dialogue .
Her fingers lifted right off the computer keys when an idea struck her.
Saturday night, sheâd dreamed of the Phantom. This morning, sheâd noticed sheâd scratched her wrist. Even in her sleep, sheâd been checking her wrist for the lost bracelet woven of the stallionâs hair.
What if heâd come to the river Saturday andSunday nights, but sheâd been sleeping too deeply to wake completely? Could she have half heard him, and woven his call into her dreams?
It was possible.
Sam typed another sentence, then stared into the computer screen. Jen wouldnât get off the bus with her today. Sheâd be walking home alone. If the Phantom was nearby he might come to her.
âForster! Take a nap on your own time. I need that story!â Mr. Blair shouted.
Frowning at the screen, as if she was concentrating, Sam waved one hand to let Mr. Blair know sheâd heard.
She glanced at the classroom clock. Fifteen minutes until she could leave. Another twenty-five, or so, until the bus dropped her off.
Samâs fingers danced on the keys, faster than ever before. She had to finish this story now. If Mr. Blair kept her in and she missed the bus, sheâd miss a chance to see the Phantom.
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After class, Jake was waiting outside.
Sam fiddled with her backpack, adjusting it to sit just right.
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