BALTO VI: THE BLACK STALLION’S WHITE WOLF COLT
BY: EBONY PATRIOT
NIJU, ALEU, BALTO, JENNA,, STEELE, STAR, KALTAG, NIKKI, LUK, MUK, BORIS, DOC, SYLVIE, DIXIE, NAVA AND ROSY ARE COPYRIGHTED TO UNIVERSAL STUDIOS.
KEMO AND THE TITLE “BALTO’S BOAT” ARE COPYRIGHTED TO CYBERWULFE.
THE BLACK STALLION, ALEC, HENRY, SATAN, BLACK MINX,FLAME, THE GHOST, ODIN, BONFIRE, NAPOLEON, PHILIPPE, STEVE, PICTH, AND TONY ARE COPYRIGHTED TO WALTER FARLEY.
TUNDRA AND TAIGA ARE COPYRIGHTED TO R.D. LAWERENCE.
THE INSPIRATIONS FOR TORNAIT AND NANUQ ARE COPYRIGHTED TO JEAN CRAIGHEAD GEORGE.
THE JOKER, BATMAN, AND HARLEY, INSPIRATIONS FOR JOKER, MICROWING, AND HARLEY ARE COPYRIGHTED TO DC COMICS.
THE INSPIRATION FOR BRUCE IS COPYRIGHTED TO ALBERT PAYSON TERHUNE.
JOKER, SILVER CLOUD, NIGHT JAWS, BLACK EAGLE, TORNAIT, IVORY SPIRIT, EBONY
SKY, MIDNIGHT PHANTOM, SAND PIPER, halt, CHROME, PHOENIX, THUNDER, GALAXY,
DESERT STORM, HALF-TAIL, WHITE MOON, SNOW FOX, NANUQ, DARK SIDE, ICE FIRE,
MICROWING, AND BRUCE ARE COPYRIGHTED TO EBONY PATRIOT {ME!} DO NOT USE ANY
OF THESE CHRACTERS WITHOUT GIVING ME CREDIT AND/OR ASKING PERMISSION, OR
DEFILE THEM IN ANY WAY! IF YOU DO, I’LL SIC MY EVIL PYSCHO SPANIS TEACHER
ON YOU! WOE SHALL BE YOU!
VOICES:
NIJU: MARK HAMILL
ALEU: LACEY CHABERT
JENNA: BRIDGET FONDA
BALTO: KEVIN BACON
STEELE: JIM CUMMINGS
STAR: ROBBY RIST
KALTAG: DANNY MANN
NIKKI: JACK ANGEL
DOC: DONALD SINDEN
MUK & LUK: PHIL COLLENS
BORIS: BOB HOPSKINS
KEMO: JAMES EARL JONES
MIDBACK: WHOPI GOLDBERG
JOKER: MARK HAMILL
TUNDRA: MATTHEW BRODERICK
TAIGA: CARRIE FISHER
BLACK EAGLE: TIM ALLEN
NIGHT JAWS: ROBIN WILLAIMS
SILVER CLOUD: ROBBY BENSON
MICROWING: KEVIN CONROY
BRUCE: DAVID OGEN STEIRS
THE BLACK: JOHN RHYS-DAVIS
SATAN: DREW CAREY
THE GHOST: LINDA HUNT
BLACK MINX: SUSAN EAGEN
FLAME: SINBAD
ALEC: SPENSER BRESLIN
HENRY: MICKEY ROONEY
BONFIRE: GILLBERT GODFREED
IVORY SPIRIT: RYAN STYLES
ODIN: JAMES GARNER
NAPOLEAN: KELSEY GRAMMER
TONY: KELSEY GRAMMER
******CHAPTER 1: TUNDRA, THE YEARLING******
Tundra, the yearling son of Aleu; daughter of Balto the Wonder Wolf-Dog and AKC Siberian husky Jenna; and Niju, purebred timber wolf; stood just outside of Nome. He was coal black all over, save the snow diamond-shaped star on his chest and pure gold round eyes. He was gentle and calm. Taiga, his slightly younger sister, trotted next to him. She had a white underside, butterscotch fur, and yellow, slanted eyes. Taiga was every bit as frisky and fiery as Tundra was calm and gentle.
“Hey, Tundra. What’s wrong?”
“Not really anything...expect that I have a bad feeling,” he said.
“Where?”
“In my head.”
A grin came to Taiga’s face. She gently struck Tundra on the top of his head. “Bad feeling! Bad feeling! If that feeling gives you anymore trouble just let me know!” she smiled.
Tundra laughed at her joke. “You are worse than Joker!” Joker was a black wolf with gold eyes. His spine, head, and neck was raven-black and reflected green and purple lights. The rest of him was the color of ebony. His face, from the ‘stop’ to the throat and underside was a ghostly white. His jaws were a faint silver. He was insane and a demon wolf.
Joker came up, in between Silver Cloud, the big white wolf with a silver spot on his chest and a 2-inch silver stripe on his nose, gold round eyes and who was gentle and mysterious, and Black Eagle, the black bold, fierce and free wolf with the silver head and tail and gold eyes. Behind Joker was Night Jaws, the black as midnight wolf and silver jaws and the funny and good-willed male. “Hi, Tundra,” said Joker, his evil yellow eyes glowing. “Did you hear that plane?”
“Plane? I didn’t hear anything,” said Night jaws.
“Me neither,” said Black Eagle. “Are you sure you aren’t hearing things?” asked Black Eagle.
“Positive.” Suddenly up came MicroWing and Bruce, Aleu’s younger brothers. MicroWing was coal-back, with a white shape on his chest shaped like a bird in flight with white paw marks like the wings of Mercury and faint silver wing marks on his shoulders. Bruce was dark sable, with snow chest, stomach, underside and paws. They were hero dogs. Joker prepared to pounce at MicroWing’s throat.
Silver Cloud and black Eagle grabbed his shoulders. Just six months ago, Joker had lunged at his throat and nearly killed him. No one knew why Joker hated MicroWing, but he did .“Don’t even think about, Joker!”
“There’s a plane landed! And two horses came off!” said MicroWing. His voice craved solitude and was firm.
“Yeah! Two horses!” said Bruce.
“Cool!” said Joker. They all trotted off, even Joker. For Joker had went on his own yesterday and meet Harley. He wasn’t keen on meeting her again. All but two.
“I have a strange feeling. I want to go this way,” said Tundra. Taiga went to his side. Tundra and Taiga went the opposite direction, deep into the pines.
******CHAPTER 2: THE WHITE MARE******
Tundra and Taiga went deep into the pines. Suddenly, a strange scent came to Tundra’s nose. His black ears tipped forward. His black lips lifted from his sharp teeth. Taiga cowered at his side. She was brave, but if something was bad enough to rile Tundra,then it was something to fear. “What is it?” asked Taiga.
“I-I-I don’t know. Something is evil. And it’s very close.” The butterscotch wolf stood in the shadow of her favorite brother. They slowly walked through thick, but short underbrush.
Taiga’s ears shot forward. “What is it?” asked Tundra.
“A human!” she whispered. Tundra cocked his ears.
“And he’s evil!”
“We got to run!” cried Taiga.
“No! Here!” said Tundra. He lead her behind the low slung branches of a pine tree.
A tall, sinister man of Haitian descent went past. Tundra’s lips lifted up even farther. He did not see the snarling wolves. Taiga, though still cowering behind Tundra, lifted her lips, too. The man turned. He stared at something deep in the pine cove. “And now, my pretty Ghost, I hear the Black is coming. I shall get him, too. Now you better hope your foal is stillborn, for if it is not, I shall kill him. Then you will start breeding more champions!” He walked on.
“Breed your champions my eye” snapped the creature called Ghost. “You wouldn’t dare touch my baby. The Black is coming, but not for you to take him and me and breed champions, but to save me!!! I hope.” The man laughed.
“He speaks animal,” whispered Tundra to Taiga.
“Thank you, Mr. Obvious,” whispered Taiga.
“The Black doesn’t care for you. You’re just another brood mare. It is Alec and Henry. They want their $30,000 mare back! And they just brought the Black because they drag him everywhere!” He walked off, laughing. When even keen-eared Taiga and Tundra couldn’t hear his footsteps, they crawled out. They went deep into the pine trees. There stood a ghostly white creature, even bigger and more powerful and far more beautiful than a caribou. No antlers stretched from her head. Her eyes were dark. Her smooth round hooves were gold. She had a mane and long tail. This has to be a horse. A mare horse, Tundra thought. He glanced at her swollen stomach. A white pregnant mare!
******CHAPTER 3: THE GHOST******
She stared hard at the two wolves beneath her. “Who are you and what do you want? You better not want to eat my baby!” she said.
“That depends,” snapped the feisty Taiga. “Who are you?”
“Taiga! Ahem...I’m Tundra and this is my sister Taiga. We won’t eat your baby. We are wolves of the caribou.”
The mare relaxed. “Oh...Well in that case I am The Ghost, and I have been horse napped. I am the wife of The Black Stallion,” she said.
“Who horse napped you?” asked Tundra. Suddenly he noticed the heavy, rusted chain around her neck and head.
“That man you saw. His name is Odin. He is an evil murderer,” said The Ghost.
“Why on Earth would he want with you?”asked Taiga.
“I’m worth $30,000. That and he wants to get me and the Black and some more mares to breed a new line of horses. They will be worth a lot.”
“So, why did he say he’ll kill your foal? wouldn’t the colt be good?” asked Tundra slowly.
“Not bred by him. Besides, Alec and Henry, my owners will be looking for me. If a mare has just been bred, he won’t think it’s me. If I’m ‘shackled’, as he puts to a foal, they’ll know its me, because who else would take a horse to a place where you can’t grow hay?”
“That doesn’t make sense!” murmured Tundra.
“I know it doesn’t. There has to be more to it. But that’s all I know,” she answered.
“Why are you called Ghost?” asked Tundra.
“Because when I perform in the circus, my old master would play a recording of flute music and I would dance to it and I looked like a ghost.”
“What happened to your old master?” asked Taiga.
The Ghost looked around. Then she lowered her head. “Would you like to hear my story, and how I met the Black?”
“YES!”
“O.K. It all started when I first came to the New World. It was in Florida’s Everglades...”
******CHAPTER 4: CAPTAIN PHILIPPE******
“My old Master was a Frenchman by the name of Captain Philippe de Pluminel, although I only called him Philippe. And he was of those all too common kind who believe animals can’t talk. Anyway, when Philippe brought me over I thought it was just another circus. I love performing in the circus. But, it was different. He wanted to get the Black Stallion, a famed, powerful race horse blacker than ebony. He wanted the Black and I to have the greatest colt ever. Chance would have it that the Black and his master, Alec, were there on vacation. He invited them to the house. He put me in my stall and the Black in a small shed. Neither him nor I liked that. The Black and I had fallen for each other. And not just the kind that decides that we were worthy to have foals together, no. He actually loved me for me. We didn’t want to be parted."
“A storm destroyed the Black’s shed. It was too late for Alec and the Black to go home, so they stayed the night. The Black was placed on the complete other side of the stable. It was a little better.
“Now I loved my master, but he is foolishly superstitious. He scared Alec with the tales of some ‘monster Kovi’. Alec denied him the ability to use the Black as a sire for my colt, for the Black needed to race. Later that night, Philippe brought out the Black, to breed us. But that was dumb. For the Black took orders from no one but Alec. The Black wanted to preserve this fact even more than he wanted to have a foal. The Black fought and won. Alec tried to stop him, but Philippe, scared, threw him down, knocking him out. The Black had sired my foal, but he scared by his beloved master’s stillness. He was knocked out, but the Black thought he was dead. He started to run out. I begged him not to go, I told him an alligator would eat him. But he said he couldn’t bear being near his friend’s carcass. Alec awoke. Mad, he ran after the Black with Philippe. Meanwhile, Odin, Philippe’s ‘uncle’ {he had no relations!} mounted me and rode out. When Alec was gone, he killed Philippe. Alec came back, finding the carcass. He was then struck Alec, knocking him out again. Alec believed it was Kovi. Then he rode me out to sell me. I whinnied to the Black, telling him the truth. The Black nuzzled Alec until he woke up."
“I thought my lovely mate was gone forever, with nothing but my future foal to think of him. I was bought and was in another circus. But as luck would have it, Alec and his friend and trainer, Henry, were out at the circus. Alec bought me for $30,000 and brought me back to their Hopeful farm in New York. I was so happy to see the Black again. We hugged necks and promised nether to part. He is still used as a stud, but he is still my loving husband. We had our son, Midnight Phantom, and he is to be a racer. I thought my troubles were over. But then Odin came back. He planned on creating a new breed of horses with me, the Black and a few more mares. And that is my tale,” finished the Ghost.
Suddenly she laid down. She looked at the wolves. “It’s time!” The wolves gasped.
******CHAPTER 5: THE BLACK STALLION******
The Black Stallion stood, mane blowing in the wind. He was blacker than ebony, fiercer than a tiger, and bigger than any other Arabian. He sighed. “Oh, my beloved Ghost. When I find out who dare lay hand on you, I’ll grind them to a pulp!”
“Right. Let’s save that for after they toss his sorry carcass in jail,” said a huge, burly black stallion.
The Black turned. “Right as always, Satan,” said the Black to his son. Satan was born with the Black was back in Arabia. Then, The Black came back, three years after his son arrived in the USA. Wolves, dogs, a goose, bears, a girl and wolf-dogs suddenly trotted up.
The two stallions reared. “Whatsa-the-matter, Blacky?” asked Tony, the Italian who owned Napoleon, the short gray gelding who was both stallion’s buddy. Alec got on the horse’s back. “What is it boy?”
Niju looked up. “Skittish, aren’t you?”
“You’d be skittish, too, if the only thing that could kill you came up when you were looking for your mate!” snapped the Black.
“I didn’t know horses had mates. Of course, half an hour ago didn’t know what a horse was!” said Niju.
Alec stared at the black talking animals. He laughed and rubbed the Black’s mane. “I thought I just heard you and that wolf talk!”
“You did!”
Alec turned to an old man. “Henry, come here please!”
"What is it Alec?”
“The Black is talking!”
“Horses don’t talk!”
“Just listen!” Henry bent down, an annoyed look on his face.
“Jeez. Let them catch one word, and they freak out!” murmured the Black.
“He’s talking! Could you always talk?”
“Of course,” said old Napoleon.
‘THEN WHY DIDN’T I HEAR ANYTHING BEFORE?” yelled Alec.
“You didn’t listen,” said Satan calmly.
“So, who are you?” asked Niju.
“I am The Black Stallion!”
“The book character?” asked a rust-and-cream colored husky.
“The book and the horse.”
“And I’m Satan.”
“And I’m Napoleon, but call me Nappy for short.”
“And-I Tony.”
“And I’m Alec and this is Henry. But who are you?!?”
“Well, I’m Niju.”
“I’m Steele.”
“I’m Balto.”
“I’m Jenna.”
“I’m Aleu.”
“I’m Kemo.”
“I’m Star.”
“I’m Kaltag.”
“I’m Nikki.”
“I’m Sylvie.”
“I’m Boris.”
“I’m Muk and this is Luk.”
“I’m Dixie.”
“I’m Doc.”
“I’m Nava.”
“I’m Joker.”
“I’m Silver Cloud.”
“I’m Night Jaws.”
“I’m Black Eagle.”
“I’m Midback.”
“And I am Rosy.”
“So....” said Niju. “Why are you here?”
“Would like to hear my tale?”
“Sure.” “Well... You see, I have this mate, The Ghost. I met her down in the Everglades....”
******CHAPTER 6: THE BLACK’S TALE******
“I had meet the Ghost when we were on vacation. I fell in love with her at once. I wanted her to be my mate. Not a brood mare, mind you, but a mate. The weirdo Philippe made the mistake of taking me out, for he wanted the Ghost to have my child. He hurt my mouth, and then he knocked out my Master! I needed to get away. The Ghost begged me not to go, but I just had to get away!I ran into the Everglades. Alec came after me with the Captain. I was away, but when I came back to the clearing Philippe was dead and Alec looked like it. The Ghost whinnied that he wasn’t dead, he was knocked out and to stand by. She told me Odin had killed her Master and now she was being sold by him. When Alec awoke I tried to tell him what happened, but he didn’t understand me and he said it was Kovi.”
Alec looked humiliated. “So, it wasn’t Kovi? It was Odin?”
“Yes. Later, as luck would have it, Alec bought the Ghost, and up until Odin stole her, we lived a happy life!”
Alec thoughtfully rubbed The Black’s head. Henry spoke. “See Alec, I told you it wasn’t Kovi! But I see most of your tale was true, unless the Black is a liar.”
“I have a question,” said Satan.
“What?”
“Why did you attack me before? Remember? you knocked down my fence and tried to kill me!”
The Black hung his head. “I thought you were another stallion. Not until I smelled the desert sand smell in your mane did I know you were my son! I’m sorry.”
“You’re forgiven, Now, let’s find the Ghost!”
******CHAPTER 7: IVORY SPIRIT******
The Ghost’s foal was a colt. He was pure snow, save for an ebony mane and tail. A black diamond shape star was on his forehead. “He shall be named Ivory Spirit,” said the tired Ghost.
“He looks sweet,” said Taiga.
“Indeed. He looks as powerful as you say his father is,” agreed Tundra.
The little colt stood up and ran to his Mother’s side. ‘That’s odd. He didn’t fall once,” commented the Ghost. His little eyes stared at the wolves. They were ice-blue, while most horses usually have dark, almost black eyes.
“Tundra and Taiga won’t hurt you, little one.”
“Tundra? Taiga?” repeated the colt.
“He’s talking! The little wolf colt is talking!”
“Are tundra and Taiga brothers?” asked the colt.
“Oh, no, little Ivory Spirit. Tundra and Taiga are wolves. You and I are horses. My name is The Ghost and your daddy is the Black Stallion.” Ivory Spirit walked on stilt-like legs over to the siblings.
“Tundra, Taiga.”
“That’s right,” cooed the wolves, happy that the cute little thing liked them. They had no want to attack him, being wolves of the caribou.
Tundra’s ears pricked. “Odin’s coming!” The colt didn’t move. The wolves disappeared behind the pine. “Come here!” The little colt obeyed. Just then Odin rode up on a brown horse.
******CHAPTER 8: TAIGA GOES FOR HELP******
The old horse was a nag. He looked like the ghost of a once proud stallion. His hair was shaggy and brown all over. His back had wounds where spurs had dug into them. He was skinny and looked half-dead.Odin dismounted. “Now, Halt, you stay here!”
“No problem,” wheezed Halt.
Odin came over. There were Stadforshire pit bulls at his heels. Six of them. “Now where’s the horse?”
“Two wolves came and ate him” lied The Ghost.
Odin’s eyes flashed. “You are a liar!” He struck her hard on the skull, just a few inches below the spot that, if hit, would kill her. Ivory Spirit screamed and ran out.
“Eaten by wolves, eh?” He picked up a club and aimed for his head.
“Taiga! whispered Tundra. “Go to Nome and get help! Just go!” Taiga took off.
******CHAPTER 9: THE BLACK COMES******
Taiga reached Nome in record time. She, panting, ran to her parents.
“Ghost....colt...in trouble...Tundra,” she panted.
“THE GHOST! WHERE?” asked the Black. She turned to lead the way. “Listen” said the Black. “You guys follow Satan. Alec, you and Henry ride on Satan. Tony, go get the police on Nappy. Let’s go!”
The Black ran ahead. His ears were pinned to his head. He came upon Odin ready to strike. The Ghost had been delaying him. The Black ran out. He screamed and reared. His hooves knocked Odin down. But before the Black Stallion could strike again Odin threw a rope around his neck, chocking him.
Odin quickly threw iron chain around him, tethering him. The Black was too wise to fight chains. So he stood, eyes on Odin. He walked toward the colt. “I have no use for a mare weighed down by the baggage of a colt. So he must die. Then the mare can be bred again, and I will have my farm ready by the time the new colt is born.”
“You-u-u-u-u....couldn’t! You wouldn’t!” screamed the Stallion.
“I can and I will...no! Why have me kill it and risk charges? Rock, sic him! Adder, Highland, Stone, Grimm, Death, sic him!”
The pit bulls lunged at the frightened colt. Tundra and Taiga sprang out and snarled at the dogs. “Leave them alone!” he ordered. Niju, Midback, Balto and Kemo leapt out, too!
“My pups are right, leave them alone!” shout Niju.
“Yeah, you horse-thief!” snapped Kemo.
Rock growled. “Let’s whip some coyote butt!”
“We’re wolves, you idiot!” growled Midback. While the dogs fought Alec crept forward. He freed first the Ghost, and then the Black. His jumped on The Black. He waited for Balto’s signal. Balto lifted his head. “NOW!!” he howled. They took off.
Odin mounted Halt. “After them!”
******CHAPTER 10: THE CHASE******
For little Spirit, it was a confusing day. He had seen his dear mother and those kind wolves. But then mean dogs, who smelled something like the wolves, were chasing him! He was tired, too. His little legs had for eleven months been curled up, not bearing any weight. And now he head to gallop on them! It was too much. He fell. The Black grabbed his mane and pulled him up. “Faster!” he cried. The little colt tried, but he feel again. Niju this time grabbed his scrubby mane and forced him up. Ivory Spirit screamed with terror. Rock had tripped him. Young as the colt was, he knew that falling meant death. The pit bulls lunged at his throat, thinking of the tender soft horse flesh and his scream, only to have their faces slashed open and bleeding.
Tundra stood over the colt, his fangs showing. Taiga stood with her brother. The pit bulls shook their heads, and sprung again. Niju, Midback and Kemo leapt in and grabbed their throats. All the pit bulls fell dead. They ran on. Finally they were at Nome. Aleu and the puppies and Steele and Star and Kaltag and Nikki ran out, followed by the humans. Odin suddenly lifted his arm. He had a gun and he was aiming at Tundra.
Old Halt leaned down to Niju. “He is going to shoot, but there is a way to stop him. Kill me. I will die soon, for he has kicked me too hard with the spurs and now I shall bleed to death. I would rather die at your teeth then from his gun.”
“I can’t to that,” said Niju.
“Do it, please!” shouted the nag, pulling his black-and-silver brush. Niju leapt at the horse’s throat.
“THANK YOU!!” cried Halt, as he fell dead.
Halt’s heavy carcass pined Odin down and broke his legs, for he had fallen on his side. Steele snarled at Odin. Alec and Henry dismounted as the Nome police came up. Henry told them what happened, and Odin was thrown in jail.
Henry threw his arms around Tundra and Taiga. “You blessed wolves,” he whispered. “Thanks for saving our colt!” Alec hugged them, too.
“Without you guys The Ghost and The Black would have been gone!
The regal Black lowered his head, as did Satan. “Thanks! For saving my mate!”
“Yeah! You guys are the best!” said Satan.
With that the horses were loaded into a plane. Steele sat with his tongue out, smiling at Tundra and Taiga.
‘Great job guys! You were so brave!”
“You were some great wolves, dere, Tundra and Taiga,” said Nikki.
Kaltag grinned. “You guys were the most astonishing, the most astounding, the most
dumbfounding...”
“You are amazing!” shouted Star, as Kaltag’s heavy paw struck his head.
******CHAPTER 11: IVORY SPIRIT’S RACE******
Tundra and Taiga never expecting to see the horses again. For Nome was just about the worst place to have a horse, for their was no hay and few grass during summer. Only lichens, which, while fine feed for caribou, is horrible for horses. So one day, as Tornait and Sand Piper and Thunder and Phoenix and Desert Storm and Chrome and Galaxy, their younger siblings; and Nanuq and Ice Fire and Snow Fox and White Moon and Dark Side and Half-Tail, Kemo and Midback’s pups romped around him, that last thing he was expecting was a plane to touch down. Only two things had changed. One: Joker was now sane. Two: Joker had a mate, Harley. They lay basking all together, Taiga, Tundra, Night Jaws, Black Eagle, Joker, Harley, Niju, Aleu, Kemo, Midback, Jenna, Balto, Steele, Star, Kaltag, Nikki, Bruce and MicroWing. A stallion screamed. Tundra and Taiga got up. “It can’t be...it is!” It was Ivory Spirit, a full grown stallion!
“It’s Me Tundra!”
Out ran The Black Stallion. “Did you miss us?” asked The Black.
“Yeah! Now I’m not the only one who has won the Triple Crown!” said Satan.
A beautiful little mare came out. “Who is that?” asked Balto.
“I am Black Minx, half-sister of Satan and Ivory Spirit. And Satan, remember? I won the Triple crown, too!” she said. “Oh yeah. Somehow I always forget the little weasel!”
“IT’S MINX!!” A blood bay young stallion came out. “I am Bonfire, their half-brother. I am a trotter.”
The Ghost came out. There was an ebony-colored colt at her side. He had a snow mane and tail. “This is Ebony Sky, Spirit’s half-brother” said The Ghost. Nappy, Tony, Alec, and Henry came out, as did Midnight Phantom, the first son of Black and Ghost..Suddenly out came a fire-colored stallion.
“I AM FLAME!!! I SHALL BEAT THE OFFSPRING OF MY ENEMY THE BLACK IN THIS MATCH RACE!!!” he screamed.
A boy came out.
“What race?” asked Jenna.
“We are having a little no-rider race around Nome, to see who’ll win. The Black won’t race, because he’s the only one who ever won against Flame here. Ivory Spirit missed you. Steven and Pitch here agreed” said Henry. The horses were lined up were the dogs race. All of Nome gathered to watch. The Black and Ghost and Ebony Sky stood on the sidelines.
“GO!” cried Tony.
They took off. Bonfire and Midnight Phantom were last by a nose. Ivory Spirit ran head-to-head with Satan, Black Minx and Flame. “You are going down, Whitey!” snarled Flame. For much of the race they ran this way.Tundra, very excited, suddenly lifted his head and howled. All of the wolf-dogs and wolves followed him. That call had its effect. Black Minx, Bonfire, Midnight Phantom, and Satan slightly shied at the sound. But Flame screamed and turned the other way. At the moment Ivory Spirit dove under the wire!
He had won! Tundra lifted his head and howled happily again as Ivory Spirit reared up and reached for the sky.
THE END!!!!
AUTHOR’S NOTE: THE TRIP TO THE EVERGLADES THAT THE BLACK STALLION AND THE GHOST TALK ABOUT IS FROM THE WALTER FARLEY NOVEL: “THE BLACK STALLION’S GHOST”. I THOUGHT IT WOULD BE FUN TO TELL THE STORY FROM THE HORSES POINT OF VIEWS, FOR IN THE BOOK, THE BLACK STALLION AND THE GHOST DO NOT SPEAK. I WROTE THIS ON JULY 4TH, 2003, SO IT IS A ‘PATRIOTIC FANFIC.’ -EBONY PATRIOT