after Wind Catcher, and Indy fought him, but I wouldnât let Indy finish him off. I couldnât stop thinking about the one Iâd shot and killed the last time. I took an oath to protect unicorns.â He shook his head and his eyes filled with tears of regret. âMy father was riding Wind Catcher, and he was injured in the fight. I had to get him out of there. That was all I could think of. But he died anyway, and now Daggerâs still out there. When heâs strong enough, heâll be back.â
âAll that happened because of us, because the Murleys brought us girls here.â
âItâs not your fault. Dagger is the reason my fatherâs gone, and Wind Catcher tooâ¦â
Indy rubbed up against Ben, and Ben whispered back affectionately.
âItâs nothing like the fairy tales, is it? They say only a maiden can tame the unicorn.â
âIt isnât true. I looked Indy in the eye. I touched his horn. I dared to say his name and to teach him to answer to it.â He paused, blinking hard. It was a while before he met her eyes again. When he did, the faraway look was gone.
âThey said Mr. Murley built a higher fence after what happened to Caper. But you jumped it with Indy, didnât you?â
âIndyâs a spectacular jumper. Heâs a natural, but Iâve also trained him to jump higher and farther. The others cannot jump it. But if theyâre determined enough, theyâll find a way to get what they want.â
Twig cringed.
âTwig!â
Twig jumped and Ben stiffened. The shout was closer this time, and it was Mr. Murley, not just one of the girls.
âGo,â said Ben gruffly. âSomeone wants you.â
Twig ran back. Mr. Murley stood at the fence. When he saw her, a smile replaced his look of concern.
âLetâs go, Twig, before they eat all the waffles.â
Waffles! She clambered over the fence, feeling a strange ache inside.
âTwig,â Mr. Murley said as they walked side by side, âyou need to stay inside the fence. Itâs not safe to go into the woods alone.â
Ben was in the woods aloneâwith his bow and his sword and Indy, yes, but still alone. Standing between them and a herd of wild unicorns that would soon be on the hunt again.
Chapter 16
After breakfast and chores, Twig tiptoed to Wild Lightâs stall. Mr. Murley was in there, his lap covered in spilled milk, trying to feed her.
âHi there, Twig.â He grinned and started to rise, but Wild Light wobbled up too, bumping him back onto his bottom in her newborn clumsiness.
Twig laughed softly as Wild Light tried to suckle Mr. Murleyâs milk-soaked shirttail.
âCan I try?â
âSure. Maybe sheâll find you less distracting, since youâre not covered in her lunch.â
âYet,â Twig said. Then she blushed, feeling dumb. What was she doing laughing, joking?
Mr. Murley smiled and handed her the rag. âSee what you can get down her. Iâve got to get into town and buy some supplies to feed her properly.â
Mr. Murley left Twig alone with Wild Light. The filly steadied herself, then hopped straight up in the air, all four hooves off the ground, right in front of Twig. Twig yelped in surprise. Wild Light had only jumped a few inches, but it was such a funny, rabbitlike bounce.
She nuzzled expectantly at Twig.
âCalm down, now. I know youâre hungry, but youâre going to have to be still if you want anything to eat.â
Twig pushed gently on Wild Lightâs rump, and the filly folded her legs under her. Soon, Wild Light was half in Twigâs lap, the bowl of milk was spilled, and she was sucking milk drips from Twigâs hair.
Casey peeked around the stall door. âWow. Sheâs a messy eater. Iâm supposed to tell you itâs time to learn how to halter Rain Cloud.â
Twig rose, gently nudging Wild Light off. When Twig turned her back on the filly,