Thunder: The Maverick Mustang

A sharp peal of thunder rumbled, and the pony started to rear

and plunge again. . . . Lightening zigzagged across the dark sky,

and the frightened pony gave another wild leap that pulled the

rope through Ken's hand, taking some skin with it. He felt the

tears of pain behind his eyelids, but he held even tighter to the

rope. . . . "It's only thunder, it's only thunder," he repeated softly.

When the horse stopped plunging, Ken looked at Bob, who was

brushing the dirt from his overalls. "Bob, let's n...