Golden Sun by Whitney Sanderson

Author:Whitney Sanderson [Sanderson, Whitney]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 978-0-375-89348-3
Publisher: Random House Children's Books
Published: 2010-08-17T04:00:00+00:00

When their hemp bags were full, Little Turtle and Pale Moon climbed onto our backs. They passed the journey home by singing and telling stories as they rode. I couldn’t understand the words to the stories, but I liked the songs because I could make the rhythm of my hooves match the music of Little Turtle’s voice.

“I’ll race you to the tree on top of that hill,” Pale Moon said suddenly. She pointed to a cedar tree on the horizon. “Don’t spill your berries!”

Without waiting for a reply, Pale Moon kicked Dancing Feather into a gallop. Little Turtle leaned forward and urged me after her with his voice.

I quickened my pace until I drew up alongside Dancing Feather. She flattened her ears nervously. I was caught up in the joy of running, and I reached out to nip her playfully. Catch me if you can, I cried, bolting forward and leaving her in the dust. I snorted and lengthened my stride as we drew closer to the tree on the hill. We might just win a race for once!

Then I heard hoofbeats behind me. Dancing Feather came flying past us, her black mane whipping back so that it mingled with Pale Moon’s hair. My heart and my hooves pounded like thunder as I tried to keep pace with her.

But hard as I ran, she was faster. Dancing Feather passed the tree a length ahead of me. Pale Moon whooped with triumph and raised an arm above her head.

Dancing Feather dropped her head suddenly and began to buck. Her heels flashed in the air, and Pale Moon went flying from her back. Dancing Feather took off at a gallop across the prairie. Soon she disappeared over the crest of a hill, leaving only a lazy cloud of dust in her wake.

Little Turtle drew me to a halt and jumped down from my back. He dropped my rein and left me ground-tied as he hurried over to Pale Moon. “Stand, Golden Sun,” he said firmly.

My instinct was to run after Dancing Feather. I didn’t want to be left behind! But Little Turtle had given me a command, and I would not break his trust like Dancing Feather had broken Pale Moon’s.

“Are you all right?” asked Little Turtle as he knelt by Pale Moon.

“Dancing Feather ran away!” said Pale Moon. She looked as though she was about to cry.

“I will find her later,” said Little Turtle. “But now you must tell me if you are hurt anywhere.”

Pale Moon’s right wrist was already very swollen, and she winced as Little Turtle touched it. “I think it is broken,” she said. Her voice was steady, but her eyes shone with pain.

Little Turtle searched the ground until he saw a straight stick lying under the tree that had marked the end of our race. He cut away the bark with his knife. Then he unwrapped the bandage from his own wrist and tied the splint around Pale Moon’s arm.

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