Spirit Untamed: The Movie Novel by Claudia Guadalupe Martínez

Author:Claudia Guadalupe Martínez [GUADALUPE MARTÍNEZ, CLAUDIA]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Little, Brown Books for Young Readers
Published: 2021-04-27T00:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 8

Lucky wanted to run straight to her room, but Jim wouldn’t let up. Aunt Cora was standing in the hallway with a box in her hands when they arrived back at the house. She took one look at them and then shook her head and retreated. Jim slammed the front door.

“I asked for one thing. One,” he said. He held up his forefinger for emphasis.

“It was an accident,” Lucky said.

“You don’t listen.”

“But…”

“You don’t listen. That horse doesn’t belong to you.”

“He doesn’t belong to those”—what was that word Al Granger had used?—“wranglers. They’re mistreating him, and you don’t even care!”

“This isn’t the city. Around here we have different rules.”

“Well, you should change your rules, and by the way, you can’t just come back into my life and tell me what to do.” Lucky started up the stairs.

“You’re going back to your grandfather’s. You’ll be safer there.”

Lucky stopped mid-step. “What? That’s not fair!” she said, her back still to him.

“I’m getting you and your aunt on the next train,” he continued. Her heart was breaking right then and there, but she wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of telling him.

She turned around and looked him right in the eye. “I thought Prescotts never give up, but you’re giving up on me. Again,” she growled.

“I’m trying to keep you safe,” Jim pleaded, slumping into the stairs a little. Fear rose into his eyes. Maybe his heart was breaking, too.

“Sorry to be such a burden!” Lucky said. She ran to her room and slammed the door.

She leaned against the door, breathing heavily. Once she calmed some, she could hear Aunt Cora talking.

“Well, just be thankful nothing’s on fire,” she said to Jim.

Lucky didn’t know what to do. She paced up and down her room. She paused and threw open the window. She needed air. Air blew in, swirling around her. She closed her eyes, allowing the breeze to calm her. She heard the faintest whinny in the distance. Could that be Spirit? Her eyes flew open.

Lucky leaned out the window and scanned the horizon in the direction of the canyon. The breeze picked up and she didn’t hear Spirit anymore. She did hear the tic-tic-tic of the zoetrope, though. Lucky glanced at her mother’s dressing room and, for the first time, noticed a glimmer of red peeking out from the closet. She walked over to it and parted the hanging clothes. On the floor sat a pair of red leather riding boots with intricate patterns along the sides.

Lucky sat on the floor and pulled the boots on. She looked at herself in the mirror, now in her mother’s pants, boots, and sash. She stood there, trying not to listen to the conversation downstairs, but found that it was impossible to drown out.

“What did you expect? You never came to visit her,” Aunt Cora said in a voice louder than her usual composure allowed.

“She’s just not safe here. She was doing so well with you; I didn’t want to complicate things,” Jim defended himself. “I couldn’t keep her mother safe.

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