The Wild Ones by Gladys Swedak
Date Published: December 19, 2018
Publisher: Books To Go Now Publication
The Wild Ones is about 7 young wild horses left on their own. How they survive and are eventually gentled by the men of the Circle bar X ranch. The horses talk amongst themselves but not to the humans in the story. It is told from one of the mare’s point of view. This is her first novel written from a picture of two black/grey horses on a calendar and what her father taught her.
"You will have men ride you as you have seen others ridden." Willful told him, "but first you will be trained."
"What do you mean, Father?" Cheekie asked. "Trained how?"
"Well," Willful said, "A man will come and train you to accept a bridle and saddle then a man on your back. You will have to learn to go where they lead you. It can be hard or easy depending on your attitude."
"No one will ever get on my back!" Cheekie bucked a couple of times shaking his head in time to the bucks.
"Oh but they will, son," Willful replied, remembering how he had fought against that very thing a few years ago. He saw the men coming and recognised him. Oh good, he thought, now we will see who is right. He trotted over to the fence as Bill sat on the top rail.
As he had walked to the corral, Bill watched the two blacks. My God, he thought, another Willful. They must be related. He reached his hand to pat Willful’s neck, "Hi Big Boy, who is this with you? I'll bet you were glad to see him. I‘ll try to keep him. I wanted you but the boss had other ideas for you. But he won't want two of you." He was looking at and stroking Willful's long, sleek shiny neck, but talked to Cheekie. "Hello, Beauty, I‘m Bill, and we’re going to become friends just like your sire and me." He took an apple out of his pocket and put his hand out. Willful took the apple and munched it. This was the first man Willful ever trusted. Bill gave Willful a final pat and left the corral. Our first contact went well, he thinks. That young black is now curious as to what his father is chewing and where it came from.
Gladys Swedak lives in Vancouver B. C. with her partner and two cats. She likes to read, do handcrafts and is learning art. She is a spiritual person and a member of Unity of New Westminster. She likes to write fiction and about animals.