Later Dusty galloped along the edge of the fence to keep her legs from swelling. “Never shall I go into the barn again!” she cried. Mr. Allen had locked Dusty up in her stall three days before. This morning he had come in and tormented Dusty before letting her into the paddock.
Dusty heard a soft whinny. She stopped abruptly to look around. She
saw a small palomino mustang with amber eyes staring back at her. Dusty
turned to run but the mustang called her back. “Please help me,”
she sobbed. “My name is Kunama, my family is all dead. Man killed
them. Please attract your owner, for he
eyes glowed. “I’d love to visit you! I’ll come every
day, rain or shine!” Kunama remained faithful to her promise.
They visited each other for two months.Then one day Kunama did not come.
Dusty was worried. “Perhaps she did not feel like coming,”
said Dusty. But Kunama did not return that day or week. Finally
Later that night Dusty woke to a piercing cry. It was Kunama! Dusty glanced around looking for her friend. Eventually she found Kunama lying on the ground in agony. Her golden coat was torn and bleeding. “A cougar,” was all she could say. Dusty comforted Kunama for the rest of the long stormy night.
The next day Kunama bathed in the river. Her coat looked much better than it had the night before. As the days passed Kunama healed rapidly. One day Dusty decided that Kunama was well enough to make it to the secret valley.
They were walking along, minding their own business, when suddenly a man jumped out from behind the bushes. It was not just any man, it was Mr. Allen. He chased them half way to the secret valley, but they outdistanced him.
Three hours later, Dusty and Kunama galloped into the secret valley. Kunama cried, “Home!” Dusty answered, “We are wild, we are free!” A rainbow rose to greet them and swarms of butterflies rose and cloaked them.