November Story Contest

My Mustang part 2 part 1
By: Ellie Renneberg2
Age: 11

"Oh mum, he's gone!" I slumped down into a chair in the kitchen, tears streaming down my face. My mum turned from the French toast she was cooking, to face me. "Who's gone?" She wondered.
"Star, mum, remember that mustang I caught and tamed? He ran away! And-," I stopped in the middle of the sentence, then a smile broke onto my face. "And I will catch him again!" I jumped up, and ran out to the stable.

We had only one horse, my dad's Quarter horse, Paint the wind. He was a lovely brown and white skewbald, and I used the fast, agile horse to catch Star in the first place. I clipped a lead rope to his leather halter, and unbuckled the stable door, leading him out. I tied him to the tack room hitching post in cross ties, and opened the shed door, walking into the old tin shelter. In there, I grabbed Paints frayed western cloth of a saddle blanket, and his brown Western saddle and bridle. I put his saddle on quickly, then tied the halter around his neck. I pulled the bridle over his ears, and made sure the bit was well put in his mouth. I untied the halter, and I hung it up, retying his reins to the hitching post. I ran into the house, quickly changing into blue skinny jeans, a white tee shirt, and a blue flannel shirt over it. I flicked a cowboy hat onto my head, fastening the straps under my long plait. I pulled some western boots over the bottom of my jeans, they went a little over my ankles. Then, I grabbed a lasso, and ran out to Paint.

"Get ready, Paint the Wind, It may be a hard journey," I said, as I pulled the lasso over the horn, and pulled myself into the saddle, light and comfortable. Then, I tapped my heels at his sides, and we galloped to the forest that Star had escaped into.

I knew what I was looking for: a midnight black horse, with a large scar on his shoulder, just visible as a massive lump, 15.2hh, one white sock on his hind leg, and a white star on his forehead.  Easy.  Paint carried me easily through the forest, until I found what I was looking for. A herd of horses.

I saw star right away. There he was, his scar, his sock, his star, 15.2hh. He was grazing away from the herd. I pulled paint behind a bush, and got ready to ambush.

"Ya!" I yelled at Paint, giving him a small kick. He flew at a gallop to star. Star took off, galloping around the meadow. As paint followed him,  I reeled to lasso around like a  propeller over my head. Then, I swung it out, holding the end. It swung easily over his head.

*I know that my mustang was first written, what, three months ago, but why not keep it going? Please vote, Ellie Renneberg2 ;)