Phantom Raids

He slipped through the forest without a sound, even the birds did not stop their chirping as he went by.

Out upon the edge of the mesa, he looked down to the canyon below. There, he saw what he was looking for. Quietly, in the soft light of dawn, he crept behind the wagon where the horses were grazing. They looked up, but with a soft motion of his hand, they settled down with barely a sound. Gently, he unhobbled the horses as they softy moved around. The whistling of the wind covered any sound they made as the first streak of light appeared above the ridge top. By the time the settlers in the wagon awoke, he was back with his people beyond the mesa, and the horses were there too, running with the others he had taken in Phantom Raids.

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