Every Saturday morning, Chris climbed the ridge to see the black pony run with the rest of a neighboring rancher's young stock. Head up, sharp ears forward, black mane and tail flying in the wind, he was beauty in motion. But he was also danger on four bucking legs, for no one had been able to break him to saddle.

Still, to a twelve-year-old boy, the horse was a sort of dream that freed him from troubles at home. In the frontier days of Oregon, at the beginning of the century, life was hard, and Chris's father did not take well to it. And when he was killed in an accident, the family seemed even closer to losing the struggle for survival. Chris's strong-willed mother just would not give up—but her solution was, to Chris, a fearful one.

Walt Morey once again carries the reader into a world where danger and courage are elements of everyday life.

From the dust jacket