The Island Stallion (Black Stallion)
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When Steve Duncan is asked to go on an archeological search on a remote Caribbean island, he never imagines the stallion he will find there. But the giant horse is unapproachable, showing nothing but fear and fury towards people. When the stallion gets caught in quicksand, can Steve get close enough to save the wild horse?
Conquistadores brought to this hemisphere centuries ago. The government of Antago permits thirty horses to be removed from Azul Island every five years. The agent in charge of the procuring, breaking and sale of these horses is Thomas J. Pitcher. Carefully, Steve folded the newspaper clipping and put it away. It was four o’clock when the Horn dropped anchor a quarter of a mile from Chestertown, the port of Antago. Steve had finished packing his suitcase and was in the captain’s cabin,
of the damage it could do to a horse when it was on the heel of a vicious rider. Pitch said almost reverently, “It’s nearly three hundred years old, Steve. Think of it! And there’s a heavy wooden table in the cave. There are a couple of chairs, too,” he went on quickly. “I’m sure we’ll find other caves like this one and probably many other historical relics!” “But Pitch—” Steve’s voice was a little annoyed as he turned to his friend. “Why be bothered by relics when—” He stopped as he saw the
then he felt the weight of the wet sand pulling more heavily on his hindquarters. Carrying the lower part of the noose, Steve hurried around the rim of the pit, his heart beating wildly. He had the noose about Flame! He pulled it as far back to the sinking hindquarters as possible, then dropped it and ran over to the crane. Reaching the wheel, he took hold of the handle and breathed a short prayer before turning it. The handle moved, turning the wheel and winding the chain about it. The chamber
understand, Pitch?” Steve asked. “We can’t leave him there to die! It’s worse than if I’d done nothing and he’d been pulled down by the quicksand, because he’d be gone by now. You can’t let him die a living death over that pit, Pitch! I can’t! I’ll have to go back alone if you won’t come. And if I can’t get him up by myself, I’ll drop the chain.” He stopped, but Pitch still hadn’t turned around to face him. Striding over to Pitch, he knelt down beside him. “Pitch, you remember what we both
But as the fighting at close quarters continued with neither giving way, the Piebald’s superior weight began to tell on Flame. His movements were slower and several times the Piebald’s raking teeth had almost secured their hold on Flame’s neck before the red stallion was able to twist away. The Piebald fought with renewed energy as he hurled his thick body again and again at his opponent. Crazed eyes of blue and white were wild, now that the moment of triumph was near. Forelegs wrapped about