The big ball of fire known as the sun rose into the shadowy sky, sheeding light on every speck of land. Nightmare awoke, glancing over at Rebel Yell who was still sound asleep. Nightmare was used to waking up early, but she guessed that the foal was not. She pushed her self off of the ground, shaking her head. Nightmare and Rebel Yell had stayed up most of the night, talking. Nightmare had told Rebel Yell about the horse godesss, Mooneye. When she first spoke of the goddess, Rebel Yell listened with interest, because Mooneye was a horse, but she stood on two legs like a human. They talked about the goddes until Rebel Yell fell asleep.
Nightmare whinyed quietly, wanting to get out of the small box and run with the herd again. Craning her neck over the wooden door, Nightmare looked into the stable hallway, looking at all the caged, tame horses. Sean stalked down the hallway, stopping dead at Nightmare's stall. He looked down at the bucket of oats that was placed there the night before, bending down, he picked it up with a sneer, kicking the bucket of water over. He wouldn't be able to ride Darius for weeks because of the mustang, so he would make her suffer.
Outside of the stable, a long, black limo pulled into the driveway. When the limo came to an abrupt stop, the driver got out, and went to the back of the limo, opening the door. A young, blonde girl stepped out of the limo. She wore a brand new riding suit, and she held a leather riding crop in her right hand. Bill walked out of the stable to meet the girl.
"We'll go get her saddled for 'ya, and then bring her out," Bill said with a smile.
The girl mearly nodded her head, inspecting her manicured nails. Bill turned away, rolling his eyes, he knew there was no way in hell they were going to get the mustang saddled. Bill sent some of his best riders in to saddle Nightmare, and they went without protesting. They grabbed the saddle and bradle, and everything else they needed. Then they walked to Nightmare's stall. The stall was to small for her to buck, so they just had to get her held down. With much effort they managed to get a saddle on her back, not lose enough to fall enough, but not tight enough to keep it on to long. They weren't able to get the bridal on, so the girl would just have to manage. The riders pulled Nightmare out of the stall with the rope that was still dangiling from her neck, leading her to the riding ring.
"Are you sure she want to ride her? We don't usually let people on the mustangs without breaking them in first," Bill stated, looking at the girl.
The petite rich girl walked forward to look at her mustang, with a a nod. Walking into the ring, the girl put her foot in the stirrup as the riders held Nightmare to keep her from refusing. The girl sat in the sadle, grabbing onto Nightmare's mane. Then the riders let go....
Nightmare bucked wildly, her nostrils flared with anger. The girl hung on with her life, using the crop to beat at Nightmare's side. The riders were already starting to make bets.
"How long do you think she can stay on there?" One of them whispered.
"Not much longer, 'bout a couple of seconds more," replied another.
"Wanna bet on it?"
"Someone help me!" The girl shrieked, sweat pouring down her face.
Nightmare began to buck harder, and the girl began losing her grip. Fear clenched the young girl's stomach for she knew she couldn't stay on much longer. Then, she was thrown off, her back hit the dirt with a thud and tears flowed down her cheeks, mixing with the sweat. The girl pushed her self up.
"I want the horse killed!" The rich girl screamed, her face begginning to turn red with anger.
The girls driver rushed towards her, pulling her towards the car. She struggled, continuing to yell and curse at the people around her.
Nightmare bended her head back, trying to get to her side, which had a long, bloody gash from the crop. With a neigh, she walked to the fence of riders, maybe they could take the pain out of her side.
"That bitch!" Hissed the blonde rider, jumping over the fence and looking at Nightmare's wound. "The wound is deep...."
Silently, in the shadows, Sean punched at the air happily.
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