The Boy Who Loves Horses (Pegasus Equestrian Center Series) by Vincent Diana

Author:Vincent, Diana [Vincent, Diana]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Published: 2012-09-05T16:00:00+00:00

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19 Season Ends

It is not sufficiently appreciated that artistic horsemanship is not the ability to make horses perform particularly difficult movements; it is purely the attainment of complete accord between rider and horse, and it is by the measure of this accord that every performance has to be judged. – Brigadier General Kurt Albrecht

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Storm trotted up to River as he came into the yard. She spoke to him in her canine language, a range of low howls and whines, asking, ‘where have you been?’ She was used to River leaving her during the day when he went to school, but he had never left her all night long.

River bent down to hug her, ruffle her fur, pat her sides, and allowed her to lick his face. “Hey, I missed you too,” he said. He felt grateful for her health, and the health of Cory, Diva, and all the other horses…so thankful that Fiel was going to be okay.

Then he noticed Laila’s car parked next to Warren’s Camaro. Still here? He hurried into the barn and up the stairs to his room, but slowed before pushing through the door in case she was sleeping. He was met by his empty mattress. Not here.

He went back outside, wondering where she could be. At the sight of her car side-by-side with Warren’s, it hit him like a rock in the chest – no, she wouldn’t!

Inside the house, he took the stairs with weighted feet. He stopped outside of Warren’s closed bedroom door. Do I really want to know? He hesitated a minute, then turned the knob silently, and opened the door enough to peer in. He stared. He should just turn and go. He stood there and stared, swallowing down the angry scream that rose to his throat.

“River?” Laila said, her voice croaky with sleep. She lifted her head from the pillow where she lay next to sleeping Warren.

He violently pulled the door closed and fled to the bathroom, slamming that door shut as well and locking it. He braced over the sink, gulping in deep breaths, feeling a violent rage bubbling up from his core into his brain and turning the atmosphere around him black. How could she? How could she? How could..?

“River, open the door,” Laila called to him, rattling the knob. “Open. The. Door,” she insisted. “We need to talk.” She rattled the knob again. “If you don’t open up, I’ll have Warren break this door down.”

He reached over and unlocked the door.

She pulled it open and stood in the doorway, wearing only Warren’s camouflage shirt wrapped around her.

He turned and leaned back against the sink; arms folded tightly, and glowered at her.

“Where were you?” she accused. “We had a date, remember?”

He should have called her; but in his worry over Fiel he had totally forgotten Laila. Some of his anger shifted into guilt. He did not like to feel guilty, and that made him angrier; both at her and himself.

“Well?”

“I was with a sick horse. Didn’t Warren tell you?”

“He only said he dropped you off at the stable…that’s all.

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