Chasing Ribbons (Show Jumping Dreams ~ Book 19) by Svendsen Claire

Author:Svendsen, Claire [Svendsen, Claire]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Published: 2015-06-28T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE

The week before the Talent Scout series, a trailer pulled in with a horse for Dakota. Finally she’d stop torturing me about riding Socks again. Missy had put her back on Popcorn for her lessons but she still wanted to ride Socks.

“I don’t know what it is,” Missy told me. “But I just don’t trust her on him.”

“Really?” I said.

But inside I was relieved. Socks was a sweet, kind horse and a really talented jumper. I was hoping that Missy might let me enter him in a speed class at the show so I was glad that Dakota was going to have her own horse to ride again, finally.

None of us had actually seen the mare in person, only pictures. She was on lease for the summer, which was about all Dakota’s grandparents could afford and apparently she went western and English. I wasn’t naive enough to believe that she could do both well but at least she would keep Dakota occupied and satisfy her apparent need to gallop really fast around three barrels set in a triangle, something that I didn’t really get at all but as long as she was happy and out of my hair, I’d be happy too.

“Are you excited?” I asked her as we stood there waiting for the horse to unload.

“I’m kind of nervous,” she said.

She was chewing on a piece of her long, blonde hair and frowning.

“Why?” I said. “Because you’re worried that you won’t like her?”

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m worried that I’ll like her too much and I already know that I don’t get to keep her forever.”

“The summer is long enough for now,” I said. “Try and enjoy the moment.”

“I will,” she said, smiling brightly through tear filled eyes.

I didn’t know when I had suddenly become the barn’s cheery mascot but it felt like that was all I had been doing lately. But I was finding out that helping other people made me feel better about myself and helped me to forget my own problems, even if only for a little while.

The mare backed down the ramp of the trailer, a flashy black and white pinto called Lucy. She apparently was the result of an accidental meeting between someone’s prized Quarter Horse mare and some old rogue Paint stallion which meant Lucy was built like a tank. Horses didn’t always have to be purebred to be awesome. Lucy had great confirmation, huge feet and a pretty face.

“I love her,” Dakota cried, rushing forward and grabbing the halter.

Lucy snorted and then sighed. She’d obviously been around the block a few times because she couldn’t have cared less that she was in a new place. Dakota led her into her stall and then stayed in there for hours, brushing her and talking to her and braiding her tail and mane, which was really long since it didn’t look like it had ever been pulled.

“I’m going to keep her mane long,” she said tucking wild flowers into it that she’d pulled out of the garden.

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