The Island Stallion Races (Black Stallion)
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More than anything, Steve Duncan dreams of racing his huge, wild stallion, Flame. The horse is untrained, but incredibly fast and Steve just wants to show him off. When two strangers show up and offer to make Steve’s dream a reality, Steve cannot believe his luck. But soon he realizes that a professional racetrack is no place for an unbroken stallion.
there being other peoples, other worlds in a universe so great it defies description? Therefore, I accept what they’ve told me of their world of Alula. I accept their world as being far older, far more advanced than my own. I accept Jay and Flick from that world, not as deadly, threatening enemies to our very existence, but as good and kind friends touring other worlds in much the same manner as we visit other states and countries. I accept all this, and having accepted it I have nothing to fear
point I’m trying to make, Flick, is that you have just destroyed something which belonged to Steve and that he prized very highly. What are you going to do about it? How are you going to make amends?” Again Flick had trouble finding his voice. “What … What am I going to do about it? You have the colossal nerve …” “Ah, Flick. Be careful what you say now,” Jay cautioned even more quietly. “You must remember our ironclad policy, never to show anything but sympathy and understanding toward the
that came to a dead end. As the high, precipitous walls closed in about them, the red stallion stopped in his tracks. He disclosed no hesitation or uneasiness when Steve asked him to back up. Instead, he let his rider become his eyes, moving his hindquarters in quick response to Steve’s touches. And finally he was free of the narrow, twisting chasm. Steve felt no great elation at Flame’s easy and prompt obedience to his requests. The test of final, complete control over Flame was yet to come.
won. He wanted only to be back in Blue Valley. The truck went faster once they were outside the park. Steve steadied Flame, but did not tell Jay to slow down. After a long while the man said, “I do wish I didn’t have to rush things so. The post-race ceremonies would have been a lot of fun, Steve.” Steve remained silent. “And the purse, that fifty thousand dollars … I wish I could make it up to you. But I can’t, Steve. I just can’t afford that much. Maybe you can claim the money later?” No,
nor the bridle, so Jay had taken those with him. Disappointment flared in Steve’s eyes, for he would have liked to keep the hackamore. Then Jay would have been with him always, regardless of the light years and endless space which separated them. He called to Flame, wanting to make certain his horse had suffered no injuries from the race and trip. There was no sign of lameness or injury in the stallion when Flame came to him at a fast walk. In fact Flame looked so fresh and eager that it seemed