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Sam remembered how Sunny’s terrible, lonely screams had echoed through Lost Canyon. “Okay, I’m convinced,” Brynna said, touching Sam’s arm. “So if she happened to get loose and join up with a free-roaming herd, nothing would happen until we did a gather. S. ” “That better not happen,” Dad grumbled. ” Brynna raised her eyes as if making calculations. “It might,” she said. “I’ve gotta go talk with Dallas, then I’ll check your foaling kit,” Dad said. “When you’re finished with your friends, come on out.
At last, she opened Dad’s gift, lifting the lid with reverence. For some reason, she knew this present would be special. It was the tiniest leather halter she’d ever seen. The noseband was so small, Sam didn’t think it would encircle her wrist. She knew Dad had made it himself. ” Sam ran her fingers over the pale tan straps and looked at the careful stitches Dad had used to fasten them to glittering brass circles. “Like satin,” Brynna said, reaching past Sam to touch it. She looked at Dad with such awe, Sam was 28 P HANTOM S TALLION sure this gift was a surprise to Brynna as well.
As Sam sorted through the foaling kit, reciting the use of each item for Dad’s approval, she raised her voice over the noisy horses. “Here’s Dr. ” Dad nodded. “I’ve got sterile cotton, Ivory soap, and I put a bucket with a lid in by the stall. Here are my plastic gloves . ” Sam described the supplies, ending with a white terry cloth towel. Rain Dance 43 “. . ” Dad asked, smiling. ” “Dallas did,” Sam told him. “Well then, you’d better start thinking up filly names,” Dad said. ” Dallas touched the brim of his hat in acknowledgment, then held up a lantern he’d retrieved from Blackbeard’s Closet.