Whinnies on the Wind
Winter of the Crystal Dances
I got out of bed, pulling my quilt with me and wrapping it around my shoulders for warmth as I hurried to the window on my side of the room. It was a fairytale land out there, everything frosted with untouched snow and the moonlight so bright that you knew that if light could sing it would sound like a distant flute’s high melody. No moon dogs though, those weird bright patches that appear on each side of the moon whenever ice crystals linger in the air. I was glad not to see them, because they usually meant the coming of worse weather.
But moon dogs or no, I could see it was harsh cold out there. The sky was empty of clouds and the snow seemed strewn with diamonds. The tree branches sparkled. Perfect stillness reigned. My forehead touched the window and I jerked back when the glass burned frigid against my skin.
The mustangs were right – it was horribly cold out there, the type of weather that cracked trees and killed wild animals. And they were obviously past the point of being able to fend for themselves. They needed food and shelter.
I couldn’t just stay inside where it was warm and let them pass by without doing something. I had to help them.
Evy can understand horses, but she's not sure if it's a blessing or a curse. Her secret "gift" certainly seems to get her in a lot of trouble. When the starving mustangs wander close to the wilderness cabin she shares with her mom, she knows she must help them - an act of kindness that snowballs into a series of events that change her life forever!
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