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- I'll be drawing a graphite pencil picture of a scene from Red Feather Filly....I'm calling it "Star Shower's Trust". Should be up on Monday with the new addition to One With the Wind...then I'll try to create my own characters! All of that Phantom Stallion art on DeviantArt is inspiring me.
- I'm not about to give up: IF THERE IS SOMEONE WHO WANTS TO DRAW MY CHARACTERS, I'D BE EVER SO THANKFUL! :-)
- Anyways, I can't wait for the new part to the PS novella...I think it's gonna be the best so far...
The Phantom Breaks free part 1. (My novella of the phantom stallion series) All rights go to Terri Farley, for creating the Phantom Stallion and the characters
Hay guys! I am writing my own version of sam’s the phantom breaks free. I hope you guys know all rights for creating these characters and the phantom stallion goes to Terri Farley. I will be making different parts every couple days, or possibly every day the story begins! -
Sam was waiting on the porch of the ranch house, pounding her fingers on the light porch steps, scintillating in the morning sun. Before she knew it, she would be riding through lush green grass, yelping and whistling vigorously. Cows would be moaning and groaning, begging not to obey the commands of cowboys. She would be the one riding rear. Her red hair, gleaming in the pellucid sky. She felt forlorn at the fact that Jake had to stay at a peers house tracking a missing filly. Sam frowned at the image that burned in the back of her mind. But then let a little smile. Jake loved tracking though, and he would have to be there to boss her around. Sam remembered the last cattle drive, she could clearly remember what had happened. Jake had thrown his hands in the air directing sam where to go, “C’mon Jake, I’m just rear?” She had groaned. “Just rear?” Jake had yelped at Sam. Come to think of it, she thought. Jake was very unusually snappy that day.
Sam flicked back a piece of auburn hair, gripping onto ace’s ebony mane. It was now night. The perspiring sun was now replaced with a caliginous, shadowy, sky. “Time to set up camp,” Wyatt called. Sam thought of gram back at home creating pots of steaming hot soup and nectarous cookies. Oh yum she thought. The altitudinous mountains rose up the highest, towering above mankind. Screeching calls of coyotes whistled through the air. Sam dismounted ace, and walked in to the midst of jogging cowboys, desperately trying to find tents to set up. “Sam, help me over here,” She looked at the worn out face of Pepper. He was messing with the tent, rolling it around in his tan hands. Well here we go thought Sam, wind gushing in her face. This was going to be a restless night for sure.
Sam could smell the warm scent of hash browns frying on a ebony pan, frizzing around in the midst of the pan. Her auburn hair was very muddled. What a mess she thought. Fulminating footsteps, came closer and closer. Sam couldn’t help but huddle herself in the corner of her tent. Sam wondered who’s pounding footsteps they were. They sounded familiar, but nothing rang a bell. “please let me be unmolested” Sam whispered, snuggling deeper into her sleeping bag. Sam rose to her bare feet, while still standing in her sleeping bag, she crept over to the deepest corner. Please let it be dad, she hoped. A mahogany face appeared at a crook in the entrance, with long ebony hair. “HAY!” The face said. “AHH!” Sam fell to her knees, getting tangled up in her sleeping bag. It was Jake, was all Sam could think of. “What the Heck!” Sam screeched. “Slow, down brat. It’s me your plain Jake.” His cheeks turned a dark shade of pink and he stepped full way into the tent. “nowhere for me to sleep last night, had to bunk with Pepper.” Sam was very flummoxed at the situation. “Jake, what are you doing here,” She looked at his jeans and navy blue t-shirt, taking him in head to toe. “Figured Wyatt needed some help and-” “I, I,” He stuttered, “wanted to see Ace.” he smiled deeply, every dimple of Jake’s shone visibly clear on his bronze face. “Oh! Jake! Ace is fine, he is more than fine actually, great. You are so nice for asking.” Sam was gratified at Jake’s question. But one question she still pondered. What was Jake really here for? Sure, she took in Jake’s concern, but it seemed to good to be true. Sam thought. She knew Jake was hiding something behind his dark brown eyes, that looked totally innocent at Sam’s tuckered out expression. She felt as if she could smile back at Jake’s fake smile, but then again, she could also slap his face at the same time. Jake new he was being a nice person, but a jerk deep inside. “I’m going to go get some breakfast, yah coming?” Sam asked Jake, moving to a new subject. “Yes, I cannot wait to get my hands on those hash browns. The only down part is Wyatt makes them so greasy.” Jake rubbed his hands together. Sam smiled at his answer, but she then realized that was the longest most strange thing Jake had said that month. So unlike him.
CHAPTER 3: Samantha Forester leaned forward taking in the view. The Calicos ran alongside her. It seemed like they were always beating me by stretching longer and longer. Sam thought, gripping Ace’s reins, and kicking his distended side. “Boy, does dad need to get you on some healthier feed.” She urged him on, surging into what seemed to be never ending sagebrush and grass. Sam twinkled her fingers lightly on her full stomach, feeling quite full of potatoes and egg whites. She knew dad would probably oppose her going off like that for the rest of her life, or at least the month. She hadn’t asked Wyatt for permission, but somehow the thought didn’t harm her that she was disobeying her fathers rules, and he might have terrible confiscations of some sort. She had already flunked her last algebra test, that ment double the reinforcement from Jake. She remembered that day, and if she ever thought about it the same feeling would hit her. Peevishness. Uncontrollable anger.
Sam looked among the Calico’s her eyes following every indent in the rocky mountain. She caught herself thinking about the phantom. Her precious silver stallion, roaming free and unharmed. Sam thought how it was going back at home. Brynna was probably arguing with Norman White, and Cody playing and looking up at Brynna with anxious little eyes. Sam grinned at the picture in her mind of her baby brother. Brynna was a good mom, and she knew she was lucky to have him. Cody didn’t know much about Brynna’s job, but Sam could see the feeling of consternate build up in Cody’s eyes when his mother argued. It probably mad him sad, to see his mom feel anguish. Just like it hurt Sam to see Louise struggle, when she did. But what especially made Sam fill up with a bad conniption, was the thought of Norman Whites imbecilic face, staring at her stepmom, ranting on about what she was doing wrong. Or the sound of his terrible voice, “It’s your fault Brynna,” he would decry, at almost about anything. You shouldn’t even have this job if you are against it. and let me handle things my way, he would sneer, giving a injurious smile. But now her stepmom didn’t work for the BLM anymore. And Sam was proud of her, for not supporting their devilish business. “Zanzibar!” Sam called, checking all around to see if anyone could hear. “Come here.” No answer. He was probably cantering around the valley Sam thought. Basking in the hot sun, and shaking his silver mane in the gusting wind. Beauty. She thought.
Chapter 4: The smell of greasy empty pans and smoke filled the air. Sam tried to look anywhere but the fire-pit. It was triggering a sneeze. Ace neighed, stomping making a flurry of dust at his hawks. Wyatt came forward with Lila Kenworthy, and he daughter Jen, who sided them, trying to get closer to Sam faster. She hadn’t been able to catch a word with Jen all day yesterday, too focused with cattle Sam thought. She set her eyes on dad’s hurried expression. He looked rushed, almost jogging twoards her with his 2 tan arms swinging beside him. Jen, on the other had looked excited, like she had a bunch of words ready to pop out. “C’mon with them cattle,” He called, once he was just only few yards away. Wyatt and Lila spun on their heels, While Lila gave a tip of her stetson, and a friendly wave. Wyatt looked back, and Sam could barley hear him yelling, “No more nonsense on a cattle drive.” Sam daggered a look then turned he attention to her friend ugently trugging twoards her. Her blond braids swinging, and boots digging in to the desert getting deeper and deeper each time. “Hay Sam.” She reached forward to pet Ace and handed Sam a cantine based on her sweaty face from the ride she took, disobeidently. “Hay Jake’s here yah know? he never really gave me the full explanation why, but i guess that dosen’t matter, really at all.” Jen looked at sam with annoyed eyes that she had brought up Jake. Sam knew her best friends didn’t get along. It’s a pity, but i can’t make e’m, She thought.
The rest of the Cattle drive went by quick. The ringing sound of Cattle Calls still tingled in Sam’s ears. When she got home, Brynna and Gram wrapped her in a hug, not mentioning anything that had happened the day before, but Sam thought they were to happy to recite the other day. “Samantha, how was it? Anything surprising, or just the usual?” Gram asked. “It was good, Jake showed up early though. I guess that was a good thing because rear was easier with him there.” Sam looked at Gram, then took anther sip of her fresh lemonade.
An urgent bang at the door sent Gram flying for it, ordering Sam to stay in her set and let her get it. An average, ebony haired women walked in the door, with a gigantic sigh. It was Trudy Allen. She looked over at Sam, and walked over slowly with a displeasing look on her face. Her brown eyes took her in from head to toe. “Ah, Samantha. just the person I wanted to talk to, and Jake, but you can tell him this later.” Trudy circled her, pausing to take a seat at the cozy ranch house table. “why didn’t you attend work this day? I was basking in the heat by myself when you didn’t come. Practically jumped out of my skin when I didn’t see you and assumed that mabe you possibly got another accident.” A mindfulness look gathered in her eyes, looking at Sam with an electrifying expression. “Sorry Mrs. Allen. We had a cattle drive today and I forgot to inform you. Won’t happen again. Promise.” Sam pleaded. “Oh, ok honey. By the way, brought a basket of cookies. I thought while me and gram are at our sleepover tonight, you guys might want a treat or 2” She smiled. Before Trudy cold manage one me word, her dogs, angel and Imp making an impatient wail, crying and pawing at the door. “Sorry, got to go. Angel and Imp need some dinner. By dear, By Brynna, and see you tonight Grace!” She waved, pointing a finger at her dogs and hushing her all she could.