Just then, down through the last glimmer of twilight, stepping high and free, like a cloud, a moth, a ghost in the… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
Legends of the Silver Stallion had been told for years now, whenever mountain stockmen met round the campfires or on the winding… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
“there grew up around the campfires stories of a great silver stallion seen galloping over wind-packed snow way up on the Ramshead… — Elyne Mitchell Copy Share Image
