Okay, okay, I'm done working on it now. Here ya go!
Gabby and her horse, Maniara, a Arabian stallion who was as black as night and as wild as Gabby's light brown hair on a windy day, loved to race (okay, starting to sound like "The Black Stallion"....). One morning, before a race, Gabby's older sister, Mandy, and Gabby's twin brother, Ben, met her in the barn. They were closely followed by a short, stout woman in a pink dress suit and her blonde hair in curly cascades of gold.
"Gab," Said Mandy, "This is Mrs. Suzanne Walts. She has some competition for you." Mandy and Ben left, and Mrs. Walts inspected Manny (Maniara's nickname).
"Well, he certanly looks like a racer." She began to open Manny's stall.
"No!" Shouted Gabby, grabbing Mrs. Walt by the shoulders and yanking her away from the open stall door. Manny reared, and bolted out of the stall, tail and neck arched.
“Oh, dear, I’m so sorry.” Mrs. Walts said in a not-so-sorry tone.
“Don’t ‘Oh, dear’ me!” Shouted Gabby, forgetting manners again. She always lost her temper when someone did harm to one of her horses, even adults. Without another word, she saddled Clyde, the big Clydesdale, in an Aussie saddle and an English bridle. Clyde galloped out of the barn, Gabby on his back. She stopped in front of the house, and swung the door open.
“Manny’s loose!” She shouted, and suddenly, Mom, Dad, Ben and Mandy were riding their horses after Gabby and Clyde, who followed the tell-tale hoof prints that Manny had left.
“Oh, I pray that we could find him, please, please…..” She whispered as Clyde galloped where Gabby directed. Soon, they came to a field, fenced with a tall white vinyl fence. A farmer was closing the gate.
“Sir!” Shouted Gabby. The farmer clicked the gate shut, then turned to face her.
“How can I help ya, miss?” He said, leaning on the fence.
“My horse got loose, sir, a black Arab stallion. You seen him?” Gabby panted. The farmer opened his mouth to speak, then shut it, then opened it again.
“No, I havn’t. And maybe you should take better care of your things so they don’t get loose! Good day!” He huffed, mounted his tractor and putt-putted away. Something in the field of cows got her attention - a black streak raced across the field, and she instantly recognized it as - Manny!
“What’s that crazy old man trying to do?!” She shouted, then told her family what she saw. Then, Manny made a U-turn, and sped back towards - the barn. The old man was trying to steal Manny! That was why he was hesitant.
“We gotta do something!” Shouted Ben.
“I don’t care if it’s illegal, I’m jumping the fence! His stealing is illegal!” Gabby shouted. They saw Manny rush into a stall, and the door-SLAM!-shut. Gabby, now enraged, backed Clyde as far away from the fence as they could go, then gave him the leg. He bolted forward, and with a wondrous leap, they cleared the fence.
“Gabby!” Shouted her mom, “Mandy and Ben will come with you, and your father and I will get a phone!” Mandy and Ben jumped the fence, and they galloped towards the barn, horses in full throttle. When they got to the barn, they tied the horses to the fence, and tip-toed inside. They could hear Manny, thrashing in his stall.
“He’s gonna hurt himself!” Gabby said in a hoarse whisper. She ran forward, and the farmer stepped in front of her.
“What do you think you’re doing on my property?” He said.
“What do you think you are doing, stealing my property!” Gabby said as she heard the barn wall creak with a blow from Manny’s hooves. She ran past the farmer, and opened the door to the stall Manny was in. Manny calmed at the sight of Gabby, but began kicking again.
“What’s wrong, Manny?” She asked softly.
“Gabby, look out!” She heard. She whirled around, and saw the farmer, only for a brief second, because he swung a bucket at her head, and she gave at the blow, unconscious on the stall floor. When Mandy and Ben tried to get into the stall, Manny wouldn’t allow them near Gabby. He would pin his ears, and rush at them.
When Gabby awoke, she looked up into Manny’s eyes, soft and warm. He helped her stand, only for Gabby to find that her head was aching. Ben and Mandy were gone, and so was the farmer. She opened the stall door, and climbed up onto Manny’s back. He trotted out of the barn at Gabby’s cue, and Gabby had intended on riding Clyde, only to find that he wasn’t there. She knew Ben had probably taken him home, so she urged Manny into his racing gallop all the way home. When they returned, Mom was in tears.
“Oh, honey, are you alright?” She asked. Without waiting for an answer, she continued, “We tried to get you out of the stall, but Manny wouldn’t let anyone in.” Gabby noticed that the police were there, and the farmer and Mrs. Walts were in handcuffs, guarded by a burly officer.
“What’s going on with these two?” Gabby asked.
“Well, young lady,” Said the officer guarding the prisoners, “When Mrs. “Walts” came along, she and Jedediah here were working together to steal your horse. Mrs. Walts real name is Rebecca Hamilton, and Jed is her grandfather. She knew that the horse would bolt out of an open stall, and she knew that the horse would end up out at Jed’s place, one, because of other animals, and two, Jed owns the three pieces of property that border your place. The river is on the north side, and he owns the property out to the east, south, and west. The only thing they could do was to keep a watch on each piece of property, and they did that with the help of several friends, after whom we sent out an officer. There he is now,” He pointed to a pick-up driving down the road with nine men tied up in the back. “Anyways, the horse ran to the piece that Jed had been stationed at, and he sent the three men with him running to the next piece of property. So, he used some wrangling to get your horse into his pasture, then quickly sent him running and shut the gate.”
“Wow.” Said Gabby, patting Manny on the neck. After a bit more talk, the police packed up and drove away.
“Well, Dad, I don’t think we will be going to the race today.” Said Mandy.
“Why not?” Interrupted Gabby.
“You, my friend, got smacked in the head, and I don’t think you should be going much faster than a walk, let alone gallop.” Said Dad, “I think we should just scratch for today. Besides, you’ve got another race next week, and Manny could use a rest.”
“Okay, Dad,” Said Gabby with a smile. She dismounted Manny and led him to his favorite pasture - the one with a bunch of fallen trees, and a small creek. She slipped the halter from Manny’s head, and he walked quietly away from her. He then stopped, turned, and whinnied at Gabby, then began prancing in place.
“Go on!” Gabby shouted, “Run!” Manny then turned, and bolted off into the pasture. He leapt over the creek, the logs, and finally slowed, then sniffed the air. He pawed the ground, then reared up, and pawed the air, letting out a long, happy whinny.
And one of my pieces of artwork for good measure....
I can't wait to hear what else you are going to write, CountryGirl498!!!