by Vicki Williams
When Shea Rafferty ran away from home at 16, his only destination was "out west". His only companions were his pit bull, Fergus, and a kitten.
Two thousand miles later, he saw the band of wild horses streaming over the ridge, urged on by a speckled stallion. As the mustangs thundered across the meadow, the stud reared and screamed a defiant challenge, before racing on.
"Eureka," Shea murmured.