Distant legends tell of horses running with the moonlight. For Burra,
Coolawyn and Yarralala, the ghostly shadows are becoming real ...
He was beautiful, and he was hers given forever by the river Yarralala,
the foal of the flood. Burra knows this foal will bring trouble. It
cannot be Coolawyn's foal - none of the herd has seen a snow-white foal
with such strange red eyes before. Who is he really? Why is it now that
the drumming hooves of galloping horses are heard in the deepest dark of
night? In the beating storms winter, a mare cries out in desperation a
stallion calls, searching.