A silver brumby is special . . . but he will be hunted by man and horse alike, and he must be stronger than both . . .
Baringa, grandson of the mighty silver brumby, was frantic. The rain fell in heavy sheets, changing the river into a raging torrent. Dawn, his lovely cream filly, had been swept away in the force of the current. The longer the rain beat down the more Baringa's hopes faded of finding Dawn alive - Baringa must prepare himself for a desperate struggle . . .