Table of Contents
Title Page
Acknowledgements
Copyright Page
Dedication
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
High Hurdles
Hello!
Are you a scaredy cat? I sure am. Whenever I have to face something challenging, my first thought is to run away as fast as I can.
But that never works, does it?
Horses are one of the many things that make me nervous. Why? They’re so ... big. And they have huge teeth. And sharp hooves. And when I sit on a horse, the ground looks very, very far away.
But horses are also gentle and beautiful and fast. The truth is that I really (down deep in my heart) want to learn how to ride, even though it scares me.
A wise person once said that courage is not the absence of fear; courage is managing your fear. That’s what David needs to learn. The only way he can overcome his fears is to grab them by the reins and take control.
It’s something that I’m working on, too!
Laurie Halse Anderson
THE VET VOLUNTEER BOOKS
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Homeless
Trickster
Manatee Blues
Say Good-bye
Storm Rescue
Teacher’s Pet
Trapped
Fear of Falling
Time to Fly
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
Special thanks to Cathy East Dubowski; thanks also to Kimberly
Michels, D.V.M.; Kiddy McCarthy; Susan Dickert and Barzalt; Madison
Equine Clinic; and Dan and Judy Lynch.
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Thanksgiving Day with the family after being gone for a year.
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To Dr. Mac’s Place fans, who love reading almost
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Chapter One
It’s happening again.
I’m riding a horse, a big one. He’s fast, powerful, and a little headstrong. A horse that’s easy to admire but hard to ride.
I check my seat, make sure I’m balanced. People are calling my name, but I can’t understand what they’re trying to tell me.
The horse and I head straight for the first jump. Come on, come on, come on. I lean forward, and we’re up, we’re flying…
Then that jolt of connecting with the ground again. We made it—but my heart is pounding faster than the horse’s hooves.
The second jump is higher. Maybe we ought to skip it. But the horse picks up speed and heads straight for the jump. He’s already decided we’re taking it.
Approach, leap, fly…I’m amazed when we actually clear it.
My horse canters steadily. I start to relax. Then I see what’s next—and get chills from head to toe. This third jump is impossibly high. No horse could ever clear a jump like that. Desperately I pull back on the reins.
The horse won’t listen to me. I can feel his excitement, the tension in his muscles that tells me he’s going for it.
What, are you crazy? I pull with all my weight on one rein to turn him away from the jump, but the horse totally ignores me. Instead, he takes off at full gallop, and I panic. If I jump off now, I’ll break my neck for sure. But if he tries that jump, we’re both goners.
And then it’s too late to do anything but hang on as his front feet leave the ground. We’re defying gravity, we’re really flying, and for a moment I believe that this incredible horse and I are going to make it. His forelegs clear the jump—
Suddenly I hear a loud thunk as his back hooves hit the crossbar, and there’s a sickening lurch. I close my eyes tight. Then we’re falling, falling …
Someone screams my name: “Da-vi-i-i-d …”
It’s going to hurt so bad when I hit the ground—
“Da-vid…David!”
The next thing I know, I’m lying flat on my back at a twisted angle. But the ground doesn’t feel hard. Maybe I’m so badly injured I can’t feel anything.
“Earth to David!”
I fight to open my eyes.
“David, you idiot, wake up!” My big brother, Brian, shoves me so hard he nearly knocks me out of bed.
I sit up, panting, coated in a cold sweat.
“Mom says you’ve got two minutes before you have to leave for the stables,” Brian says.
Leave for the stables…But the horse…For a minute I’m swimming between two worlds.
Brian shoves his face in front of mine. “The parade’s today, dork. Get up, will ya? Mom says I can’t leave till I get you out of bed!”
I collapse back on the scrunched-up covers. OK, it was just a dream—but not just any dream. It’s a dream I’ve had before. A dream I hate.
So why do I keep having it?
Suddenly Brian’s words sink in, and I bolt up again. “The parade!”
My brother stands in the doorway and looks at me like I’m a lost cause. “OK, you’re up now. I’m outta here.”
I fling off my covers. It’s Saturday—the Thanksgiving parade through Ambler is today! I’m riding in it for the first time, with Mr. Quinn, Zoe Hopkins, and some of the other kids from Quinn Stables. I’ve been waiting for this day for weeks, and now it’s finally here.
I can get ready fast when I need to. I jump out of bed, throw on the clothes I laid out last night (Mr. Quinn wants us to look sharp), chew on my toothbrush
for about three seconds, then comb both hands through my hair as I pound down the stairs.
When I hit the floor, I glance out the window by the front door. Did they leave yet? Nope, Dr. Mac’s van is still parked in the driveway at Dr. Mac’s Place, the animal clinic across the street from my house. I volunteer at the clinic with some other kids when I have free time. Dr. Mac—her real name is Dr. J.J. MacKenzie—is the veterinarian who runs the clinic.
I yank open the door and peer out. Nobody’s in the van yet. Good, I have time to grab a bite.
Heading into the kitchen, I hear Mom and my kid sister, Ashley, arguing again. What is it this time—clothes? Mutilated Barbie hair? Whether she’s allowed to go out in public wearing those fake tattoos all her friends are wearing?
At the table, Mom has set out vitamins, orange juice, skim milk, and some kind of nutritional fiber cereal. I sigh. We never have anything fun for breakfast, like Pop-Tarts. Sometimes I think it’s Mom’s way of trying to make us safe before she sends us off into the scary world. As if Flintstones vitamins will protect us from the Big Bad Wolf.
But I shouldn’t be too hard on her. I think she’s still getting used to being a single mom and feels bad about leaving us to go off to work each day.
I pour myself a bowl of little brown buds that look an awful lot like mouse droppings. I’m supposed to eat these? I give Mom a suffering look.
That’s when I notice Ashley is wearing her favorite purple sundress.
Mom’s holding a pair of jeans, a turtleneck, and a thick sweater. “Ashley, be reasonable,” she says. “It’s the end of November and you live in Pennsylvania, not Florida.”
Ashley stubbornly shakes her head. “I have to wear my dress.”
“You’ll freeze!” Mom says.
“No, I won’t. I like cold.”
Mom shakes her head, but I can tell she’s trying not to laugh. “I doubt that, young lady. Now, come on. People will think I’m a bad mother.”
Ashley shrugs. She’s only five. She doesn’t care what other grown-ups think about her mother.
While they go round and round, I bolt down my cereal and button my shirt. Brian’s totally oblivious, standing up at the counter guzzling milk straight out of the carton.
“Brian!” Mom exclaims. “How many times have I asked you to use a glass for your milk?”
“Sorry, Mom.” Brian takes a final swig, then wipes his mouth on his sleeve and puts the carton back in the fridge.
I glance at Mom. I can’t believe she lets him get away with stuff like that. She’s not that easy on me. Maybe she’s given up on him, since he’s sixteen and is gone half the time anyway.
Besides, she’s got her hands full this morning with Ashley and her sundress. Ashley loves that dress more than anything. Dad sent it to her for her birthday.
“Ashley, I’m going to count to five—”
“But Mom,” Ashley says, looking up at our mother with those big blue eyes that are so much like Dad’s. “I have to keep it on all the time. For when Daddy comes.”
“Daddy who?” Brian cracks.
Ashley folds her arms and frowns at Brian as if he’s the little kid and she’s the one who’s six feet tall. “You know Daddy who! Our Daddy. Daddy Charlie Hutchinson!”
Brian just rolls his eyes and shrugs into his jacket.
Mom’s face closes up like a shade pulled down. I know she’s thinking what I’m thinking. Dad called last week out of the blue and said he was coming for Thanksgiving, and now Ashley’s so excited. Because she still believes in things. Things like the Easter bunny and the tooth fairy—and Dad’s promises.
But I’ve heard his promises before. Ever since Dad took the transfer to Texas last year, we haven’t seen him at all. Not once. At first I believed Dad when he said we were only going to be apart for a little while, till he got settled in the job. Then we’d figure things out, he said.
I never really understood what we had to figure out, exactly. It seemed simple—either come back home or take us out to Texas with him. Yet somehow neither of those things happened.
Brian acts like he doesn’t care at all, like he’s too busy to notice Dad’s gone. He never even mentions Dad. But that’s partly because Brian’s hardly ever here anymore. After Dad left, Brian went out and got a job at the multiplex at the mall, and his job seems to take up most of his free time.
And Mom? She doesn’t say much about Dad anymore either, but that doesn’t mean she isn’t thinking about him. I want to ask her what she’s thinking, but how does a twelve-year-old boy ask his mother for the lowdown on her marriage? I mean, I still have trouble talking to her about my math grades!
So we all just go on pretending nothing’s wrong and waiting for Dad to come home… with Ashley running downstairs to look out the window every morning, as if she thinks Santa is going to leave Dad on our doorstep or something.
“Don’t hold your breath, Ashley,” I mutter.
“Why not?” she asks, then immediately starts holding her breath, making a big show of how fat her cheeks are. That’s the kind of kid she is. Say “Don’t step in a puddle,” and she jumps in with both feet to find out why.
Mom looks annoyed. “Ashley, stop that. Do you want to turn blue? Ashley—” Mom gives up and starts to load the dishwasher. “I guess she’ll breathe when she needs to.”
A horn beeps outside, and Brian peers out the kitchen window. “It’s the guys, Mom. Gotta go.”
“Brian—wait!” Mom says. “You haven’t eaten anything.”
Brian digs into the cereal box for a handful of those bran buds, shoving them into his mouth as he heads out the door. “Yum!” he shouts over his shoulder. “You’re a great cook, Mom! See you guys at the parade.” And he’s gone.
Mom shakes her head and turns back to the dishes.
“I think it’s wrong to let Ashley go on believing Dad’s going to show up for Thanksgiving,” I mutter to Mom as I scrape back my chair and stand up.
“David!” Mom whispers through clenched teeth, sending me a look that says, Watch what you say in front of Ashley.
I shrug and carry my bowl to the sink. “Well, you know it’s true,” I whisper back. “Dad’s not too good about keeping promises anymore.”
Mom sighs heavily. I guess she knows that even better than I do. “All right, David,” she says quietly. “I’m skeptical, too. But I’m going to keep an open mind, and I want you to do the same, at least around Ashley.”
“OK, I guess.” I head into the hall to get my jacket. Inside the coat closet, Ashley’s backpack is half open on the floor. There’s a drawing poking out, done with colored markers. The drawing is of two goofy-eyed stick people. One is big with yellow hair. The smaller one is holding the big one’s hand. Across the top it says, “I lov yu Dady.”
Suddenly I fight back a choked feeling in my throat. I used to have the same hope about Dad that Ashley does. I mean, we’re his kids, his family. How could he leave us and not come back?
But the days turned into weeks, and the weeks into months. First the phone calls stopped. He was never good at writing letters, but he did e-mail us sometimes. Then even the e-mails stopped coming. Mom hasn’t said anything specific, but money is so tight now that I sometimes wonder if he’s stopped sending her checks, too.
Thinking about Dad gives me that falling feeling—the one I have in the dream. Don’t go there, I tell myself. Just forget about it.
A horn honks in the driveway, and I yank open the front door. Dr. Mac leans her head out of the van and waves. “Come on David, let’s go!”
Yes! It’s time to ride.
“See ya, Mom,” I shout, then slam the door and leave all that other stuff behind.
When we arrive at Quinn’s Stables, Brenna and Sunita are already there. Maggie, Zoe, and I pile out of Dr. Mac’s van and run to meet them, laughing and sharing high fives. We’re totally pumped up for the parade.
Guys don’t usually hang out with four girls, but this is different. They’re all volunteers at Dr
. Mac’s Place, same as me. Dr. Mac is Maggie and Zoe’s grandmother. She asked for our help once when the clinic was swamped with a bunch of sick, starving puppies from a puppy mill. We did a pretty good job saving the puppies and tracking down the sleazy dog breeder who was selling them, so Dr. Mac asked us to be regular volunteers at the clinic.
We get to help out with real medical stuff, too—checkups, shots, even emergencies. Of course, we still have to do the chores, such as cleaning cages and stocking supply closets. But it’s worth it to be helping the animals.
I race the girls to the barn and go straight to check on my favorite horse. “Hey, Trickster!” I call out to him, and his head pops over the stall door.
Mr. Quinn and I have been working with Trickster for months to get him ready for the parade today. I scratch behind his ears, and he nickers. He’s the best.
Zoe comes up behind me. “How’s Trickster doing?” she asks. She’s the only one of the girls who’s into horses as much as I am. She used to live in Manhattan with her actress mother and went to some fancy summer riding camp. She really knows her stuff when it comes to riding.
“Trickster’s great,” I say. “Aren’t you, boy?”
Zoe strokes his nose, frowning. “Think he’ll go into the trailer without a fuss?”
“I hope so.” I first met Trickster when Mr. Quinn brought him into the stables back in the spring. Trickster’s leg got injured when his horse trailer was hit on the highway. Dr. Mac treated his leg, and it was a while before he could carry a rider. But almost worse was how the accident hurt Trickster’s spirit—how terrified he became of trailers.
Lately Mr. Quinn and I have been reintroducing him to the trailer v-e-r-y s-l-o-w-l-y. Hey, I can relate—I know what it’s like to do something scary. Like riding a horse over a jump, for example.
“Good morning,” Dr. Mac says cheerfully to the horses as she enters the barn. “How are all you beauties today?”
“Raring to go!” Mr. Quinn says with a smile.
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