Dying to Win by Eve Craig

Author:Eve Craig [Craig, Eve]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Cozy Mystery Press

Chapter Six

Holly felt light and refreshed when she woke up the next morning. She’d slept well, and she was much more confident in the success of the stable and the show. The air around the barn was quiet and cool, with only a few muffled stomps and a gentle whicker or two coming from the stalls. She pulled in a deep breath and smiled.

Setting her truck keys and phone on the desk in her office, Holly went straight to work. McKenzie wouldn’t be in until later, after her classes, so it was up to her to make sure every horse got their morning feeding. Stall by stall, she provided hay and grain and checked the water buckets. Once she made that round, they would be ready for their turnout.

As she passed by the back barn door that led out to several small paddocks and gave a magnificent view of the corn fields behind them, she paused. Mr. Gibson’s tractor was sitting on the edge of the field. He never left his equipment just sitting around, putting it away in the shed at night just like a horse. But if he wasn’t on it, he was usually under it.

“Mr. Gibson?” she called, stepping out the door and looking for him. She could just see the denim of his pantleg underneath the big piece of machinery, but it wasn’t moving. Her heart skipped a beat. “Mr. Gibson? Are you okay?”

Now she was jogging across the grassy area that butted up to the field, worried. What if he had been out here stuck underneath his tractor all night, and nobody had noticed? Was it a heart attack? Had the heat gotten to him? The farmer was a nice old man, and she didn’t want anything to happen to him.

Rounding the front of the tractor, she discovered there was indeed someone underneath it. But instead of Mr. Gibson, with his lined face and straw hat, she saw the shiny dark hair of Erin Bosworth. Her hands shook as she reached forward, terrified to touch her and yet knowing that she must. The skin of her wrist was cold and clammy, the morning dew clinging to it in the shade of the machinery. There was no heartbeat.

Fighting the urge to retch, Holly stumbled back toward the barn to fetch her cell phone.

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