This story is originally from fanfiction under the Phantom Stallion category. I decided to make it into an original since it was an AU and how popular it was becoming. Everything was mine except the characters. The fanfiction is still up but this is my original version. I hope everyone likes it. :) It might be a while before I get the first chapter up but it will be up soon.

Mustang Eyes (The Original Novel)


Flint bolted at the sound of the gunshot and Leanne barely had time to think as she fell onto the ground off her horse, stunned in fear.

Trying to see who fired the shot. She saw no one but heard rustling leaves. She became rigid knowing she could be in deep trouble.

Hoof beats pounded the dirt and she looked up from the ground from her facedown position and gasped.

Suddenly she was staring into the brown eyes of a Nez Perce boy not much older than herself on an appaloosa horse. He stared at her curiously, before dismounting. Leanne's eyes were huge as he came toward her. She covered her face with her hands in horror, with a whimper.

The boy looked aggravated by her actions but tried to pull her hands away from her face in a gentle manner.

Leanne shrunk back in fear. He was an Indian, a savage. What was he going to do to her? He definitely wasn't the one with the gun, she noted as she took in the bow and arrows strapped to his saddle.

He finally won and pulled her hands away making her look up at him. Leanne shook in fear. Oh she was terrified as he extended his hand out to her. She stared at it, wondering what he meant for her to do.

To Leanne's surprise the boy spoke in clear English in a soft, soothing voice, "Don't be afraid. I won't hurt you," his hand still extended.

Leanne stared up into his eyes still afraid. How could she know she could trust him after all the stories she'd heard about the Indians. He seemed gentle enough but looks could be deceiving.

He didn't look threatening in the least. He was quite handsome with eyes as wild as a mustang's, long black hair hanging down.

Leanne's eyes were wide as he suddenly brushed his hand over her cheek. Her heart started to pound in her chest and she was afraid he heard it. She closed her eyes expecting a blow but none came. Then she knew he wasn't like the other Indians. He couldn't be.

"Mustang Eyes won't hurt you," he calmed and she believed.

And just like that the Nez Perce boy was gone.

Is it any good? Please review so I know.