Thunder shifted nervously, pawing at the ground. “Thunder, stay!” George called out, his voice urgent, but it was too late. The stallion let out a snort and bolted, chasing after the creature as if they’d made some silent agreement to run together.
“Thunder!” George shouted, panic flooding his voice. He dropped the rake and broke into a run, his feet pounding the dirt as he chased after them. He couldn’t believe it—after all this time, after finally getting Thunder back, the horse was slipping away again.