Runaway Bay

Stephanie Morrison is a normal 12 year old girl. She is a lover of horses. Stephanie leads a good life until her parents unexpectedly pass away in a ship accident. Now, her horse Blade has been sold to a slaughter company and Stephanie has an idea to escape her grandma's house. Stephanie comes across real big adventures, but will she emotionally survive the drama that comes with it? Read to find out.


20. .

    Steve Blunther's point of view:

    "Well boys do I got a deal for you!" I yelled to my workers as I walked to the back of the two-horse rusty trailer

    "Whad'ya got Steve?! Another sickly?!" Bart, a skinny black-haired man joked as he slapped his hand on his leg. The other men laughed as they remembered the last horse I brought in, a skinny app who was on death's door.

   "'re gonna be surprised with this one! He's a real plump, beauty. Was a little girl's horse but you wouldn't believe what happened to her! Ohhh she's a real mess now, figured she'd never be comin' back to him so I snatched him up while he was still lookin' good."

   "Well I guess we'll be the judge of that, but as far as I'm concerned, my old runner still has the record for most meat and money made off of her." Bart protested about a nice racehorse who was no good anymore so he had brought her in to be slaughtered. A nice mare she was, such a shame that she couldn't run good enough for her owners.

   "Well I guess you will be the judge of that, but I'm warning you, you're gonna be real embarrassed when I crack open this trailer door and reveal the monster behind it!"

   I opened up the door and there was the tall, muscular bay, looking wide-eyed and scared.

    Bart gasped in disbelief.

   "Ya that's right, you better take back what you said, cause you just got burned!" The other men laughed at Bart who was still standing there in disbelief.

 Blade's point of view:

     I didn't understand. I was so scared. I just wanted Stephanie, she always understood me and calmed me down. I haven't seen her in over a week, which is very strange. Before she left she mumbled some things to me but I couldn't understand her. There are only a few things I understand, such as when to stop, walk, trot, run, slow down...and sometimes I can figure out what she wants me to do when she is teaching me new tricks. Now this strange, cruel man was taking me somewhere. He is familiar to me since I see him working in his yard when I am in my pasture, and he fed me for the past week, but I don't trust him...there was just something about him that wasn't good that I could sense.

   I am standing in the trailer with my butt faced towards him. The scent in the air smells of sick horses and I can hear guns going off...I do not like it.

   He walks into the trailer and quickly grabs my brown lead rope. I don't like how aggressive he is towards me, I don't like the pressure he is putting on my head from yanking on the lead, so I take my head and jerk it backwards. He doesn't even look back at me when I do this, he just continues to drag me out of the trailer, so the only thing I can do is follow.

   I follow him to a run down looking building. Wood is falling off of it, and it doesn't look safe to be in. We walk down the graveled drive to the front entrance of the building. Men are beside me and they babble on to the familiar man who is pulling on my lead. They use all types of hand gestures to explain what they are talking about, and I don't like the fast movement of their little, bony stick fingers. It looks like horseflies going past my eyes.

   We get to the front entrance and I obediently stop as he slides open the door. I notice a pasture to the side of the building filled with sickly looking horses. They are so miserable looking and old. This confuses me, I am totally opposite of them. I am young and full of energy. Can't they see that? I don't belong here, whatever this place is, but always knowing humans have been kind to me, I follow the man into the building.


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