Ghost Stallion

I didn't have no hope of seeing the ghost stallion but I looked anyway. 'Course he wasn't really a ghost. He was flesh and bone, with blood running through him so wild that nobody tried to break him.Since Ma ran off, Pa doesn't pay much attention to Mary Elizabeth. Maybe it's because she doesn't look anything like Pa, with her long black hair and brown eyes. Or maybe it's because of something that happened a long time ago--before Mary Elizabeth was born. Either way, she plans to run away and be free--just like her ma, and just like the mysterious ghost stallion she watches for every night. But then a stranger comes to town, and Mary Elizabeth finds that nothing is what it seems to be.This beautifully crafted novel explores a young girl's struggle to find the truth behind her past and the courage to save her crumbling family. In lyrical prose, Laura E. Williams paints an intimate portrait of a daughter desperately trying to find a place for herself in her father's damaged heart.