Pawing, pounding, prancing—the stallion ran across the brown and barren ground, galloping for the sheer joy of it. For who could stand in its way? The other creatures of the wilderness fled before his beating hooves. He was a mass of moving, fearless muscle. He raced to rival the wind. * * * * * […]

My Friend Flicka & Thunderhead by Mary O’Hara. These are two books which belong together; the second one is a sequel to the first and is written about the same people and some of the same horses.  Both Flicka and Thunderhead are horses belonging to Ken McLaughlin who was the son of an army captain […]