Caleb:
I was anxious to get away. I normally loved the wide open outdoors, just not with a lot of snotty nosed city brats. I sighed. I knew it was out of the question for me to stay behind, but I almost wished I could. I saddled my horse, WindDancer was his registered name, but I called him Magic. I saddled Magic and jumped on his back, spurring him on, the edges of my shirt flying behind me as I urged him to go faster. Like most cowboys, I had raised the stallion since he was a colt. He trusted me, and I him. we raced against none other than the wind itself!
