Chance had ridden halfway to the barn when Athena stopped short. A loud, rolling snort burst from her nostrils.

"What is it, girl?" Chance asked. Her hand slid along the steaming neck. The mare spun in a circle, her head high, then stopped abruptly, again facing the barn. Her ears strained forward as if she'd heard something threatening behind the wind.

Chance saw movement from the corner of her eye and turned in time to see Tubby running away from the mare, away from the barn. "What?" Nothing was making any sense.

A moment later, she was clinging to Athena's mane for dear life as a massive gust of wind hit her and the mare like a wall. Athena staggered and a bucket went whizzing past Chance's head. Then the mare whirled around and ran after Tubby.

Expecting the worst, Chance glanced back over her shoulder - to see something more terrifying than she could've imagined. A dark funnel cloud was reaching down from the sky directly above their barn.

Sampson! He was inside the barn!

Chance almost screamed. She could do nothing to save him. Nothing! Her dear old Sampson, Athena's lifelong companion and best friend, was moments away from a terrifying, violent end!