The Young Black Stallion: A Wild and Untamable Spirit!
In this prequel to The Black Stallion, we learn the story of the Black before he was shipwrecked with Alec Ramsay. Born in the mountain stronghold of Sheikh Abu Ishak, the colt shows great promise. During a band of robbers’ attempt to steal him, the colt escapes and learns to survive on his own in the high mountains. Will he ever find his way home?
BORN TO RUN The desert chieftain’s steely gaze settled up on the young black stallion. “Come, Shêtân. Come!” he said in the voice of a man who was used to giving orders and having those orders obeyed. The young black stallion held his head high. Every line of his gigantic frame trembled. He uttered a soft, muffled neigh and rose to his full height, an awesome, gigantic figure. He was the picture of superb power, his eyes darting fire. THE BLACK STALLION Series by WALTER FARLEY The Black
Shêtân lived together as only those who have shared hardships are able to do. Shêtân usually kept his distance during the day, but at night, as Rashid lay sleeping, he would sometimes come closer and sniff at the prone figure of his traveling companion. The stallion made do with whatever grazing he could find. He ate the moss and lichens that grew on the rocks, as the ibex did. Often his muzzle was bloodied and red after he had found only thistles to eat. Rashid’s own hunter’s diet of rabbit
sight returned to his eyes Rashid found himself lying where he had fallen. Shêtân stood next to him, and the two of them were surrounded by horses and riders. The scout tried to sit up. His body was numb. He could very well have broken bones, but in his present state of shock he felt nothing. He was covered with dust, his clothes were soaked with sweat, his hands were still clenched into fists. Hunks of black hair that had been torn from Shêtân’s mane stuck out from between his fingers. Oblivious
into the ground. The truck began to gain speed. Rashid ran faster, catching up to the truck at last. He jumped up onto the tailgate, slipped the latch that bolted the second rear door and opened it. Crawling inside, he pulled the door closed behind him. The truck picked up more speed. Inside, Rashid smelled the rich aroma of hay and feed. Out of habit he moved quietly around the compartment, though there was hardly any reason to do so. No one could hear him. On the other side of the stall
waterfront building. The sign on the door was printed in Arabic and read SHIPPING OFFICE—RADIO DISPATCH. Rashid wondered what the Cat was up to now. He sat down on a nearby bench and waited. After some minutes the door of the office banged open and Mansoor came out with a lively step, wearing a satisfied grin on his face. A man in a shipping agent’s uniform came to the door after the Cat had left. The agent looked stunned. He scratched his bald head and then began to finger the crisp English