Moonrunner - PB
InformationA boy. A horse. An unbreakable bond.
For a full minute, the brumby sniffed the air and looked directly at me. He didn't move; I didn't move. The stallion's powerful muscles quivered as he remained perfectly still, staring at the rocks where I was carefully hidden.As though anticipating danger, the stallion suddenly spun and followed the other horses upriver.
"Moonrunner!" I whispered. "That's what I'll call you. Moonrunner"
It is the 1890's and twelve-year-old Casey has just moved to Australia. He missed his home in Montana and his friends, but most of all he missed the wild mustangs.