Kate hesitated. “I just don’t want to get burned. Know what I mean?” Melissa seemed decent enough now, but was she only playing a game, maybe because she was bored? Would she then go back to her old self?
The other two were quiet, as if thinking.
Finally Tori announced, “But we should give her a chance, right?”
“Right,” Colt said swiftly.
Kate chimed in with her agreement a bit more slowly. “I wonder what else she had to do tonight. A little late to be heading to another friend’s house, and with school out, there’s no homework.”
Colt drew in a deep breath and blew it out, his eyes closing. “If you don’t want to watch another movie, maybe I’ll take a little nap.”
Kate waved a hand in front of her face. “Remember what we said about your stinky socks? We weren’t kidding!” She placed her foot next to his ankle and pushed. “Ugh. Boys are gross.”
Colt sat up. “Aww! You’ve stuck a knife right through my heart.” He chuckled. “I probably should head home too. Mind if I use your phone and give Mom a call?”
“Go ahead. You know where it is. You sure you don’t want any more popcorn first?”
“Not me.” The answers came in unison from Colt and Tori.
Colt’s long stride took him out of the room in a couple of seconds, but he hollered over his shoulder, “Hey, come see this. Weird, if you ask me.”
Kate bolted into the kitchen first, with Tori on her heels, and said, “What’s up?”
Colt moved to the sliding-glass door and pointed. “A black horse. That’s not a big deal, but the rider looks strange.”
Tori crept up beside him. “The horse is gorgeous!”
Colt grunted assent. “But what’s the deal with the person riding him? You can’t tell if it’s a man or a woman, and it’s awful warm to be wearing a full slicker with a hood.”
Kate shaded her eyes against the glass. “I wish it wasn’t dusk, so we could see the rider better. Look, they’re trotting now and moving on up the road. I think the rider’s a woman or a teenager. Doesn’t look big enough to be a man, and he’s all hunched over the horse’s mane. Do you think she’s sick or something?”
Colt slid the door open. “Maybe we should make sure the rider is okay.”
Kate and Tori slipped outside, with Colt following. He nudged Kate in the side. “You going to holler or just stand there?”
Kate made a face at him but took a few steps toward the gravel road that ran behind their house. “Hey,” she called toward the horse and rider, “are you all right?”
The horse slowed for a second. Then the rider bumped him in the side and took off at a fast trot.
Tori stepped up beside Kate. “That was rude. She had to have heard you, but then she ignored you.”
Kate nodded. “It’s a mystery. I’ve never seen that horse before, but maybe we should ask around and see what we can find out. It sure seemed like the rider had something to hide.” She faced Tori and Colt. “The person was the same size as Melissa. You don’t suppose that’s why she had to hurry home? But why wouldn’t she stop and show us her new horse?”
Colt scrunched his brow. “It doesn’t make a bit of sense. I say we keep a close eye out tomorrow night in case the rider comes back. What if she stole that horse?”
Books by Miralee Ferrell
Horses and Friends Series
A Horse for Kate
Silver Spurs
Love Blossoms in Oregon Series
Blowing on Dandelions
Forget Me Not
Wishing on Buttercups
Dreaming on Daisies
The 12 Brides of Christmas Series
The Nativity Bride
Love Finds You Series
Love Finds You in Bridal Veil, Oregon
Love Finds You in Sundance, Wyoming
Love Finds You in Last Chance, California
Love Finds You in Tombstone, Arizona
(sequel to Love Finds You in Last Chance, California)
The Other Daughter
Finding Jeena
(sequel to The Other Daughter)
Other Contributions/Compilations
A Cup of Comfort for Cat Lovers
Fighting Fear: Winning the War at Home
Faith & Finances: In God We Trust
Faith & Family: A Christian Living Daily Devotional for Parents and Their Kids
SILVER SPURS
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© 2015 Miralee Ferrell
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First Edition 2015
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