This is a story I wrote for fun:
Zoe was quietly riding her horse, Jet, down a trail in the woods. The 13-year-old girl had wanted to go alone on a trail ride for a long time and now her parents reluctantly let her, as long as she was back by seven p.m. She was very imprepared, with only a sandwich in her large saddle bags, despite her parent’s advice. Suddenly Jet, who pinned his ears and tossed his large head because he was frightened, whinnied. Zoe tightened her grip on the reins and nudged him in the sides to tell him to stop. But Zoe was worried. Anytime Jet acted strange something was wrong. The spunky bay gelding was very obedient and well behaved, even though his breed, an Appendix, which was a cross between a quarter horse and thoroughbred, promised a fiery side.
Zoe nudged him forward with her legs and leaned forward in the waxed english saddle. After about two yards of walking, Jet reared, then bolted. Zoe was shocked but acted quickly, pulling him into a tight circle so that he stopped running. Even when he stopped, Zoe could hear Jet’s hooves clipping together because of his uneasy movement. Zoe, who squinted in the darkness because she did not have a flashlight, was regretting only bringing sandwiches. Then she saw them: wolves. For one split second the wolf pack stared right at her. Then both the wolves and Jet bolted. Zoe stood up in the stirrups and leaned forward, bravely encouraging Jet to go faster. The tall bay gelding got the clue and thundered speedily across the forest floor, thick planks of wood cracking under the weight and force of the horse’s hooves.
“Come on, Jet!” She screamed loudly. Zoe had to jump Jet over some logs to make their way out of the forest, and she could feel the wind whistling in her ears and blowing through her hair. She could also hear the wolves heavy breathing behind her. Suddenly she saw a dim light; the end of the forest. She pressed Jet forward with her loose long legs and kept in contact with his mouth through the reins. Eventually Jet shot out of the forest and the wolves skidded to a halt, not wanting to leave the safety of the forest. Zoe looked back and noticed the wolves had turned around, then she pulled the reins to slow Jet down. Then the two rode slowly home in the darkness.
When Zoe, who was very surprised at it all, got back, her parents were mad because she didn’t get home on time, and poor Jet sadly returned to his roomy box stall shaking and sweaty. He would not be well for several days. Zoe learned to always be prepared, especially in the woods alone while riding a horse.