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Authors: Chris Platt

Astra

Astra

Chris Platt

To all the endurance riders who have done thousands of miles in the saddle, and seen some of the most beautiful wilderness God has to offer. I am honored to have ridden my share of miles with you
.

A very special thanks to AERC competitors

Jerry Zebrack and Joyce Stoffey.

You're awesome and you taught me a lot.

Thanks also to endurance rider Patti Mehserle

for all the ride and regulation information,

along with some good stories.

One

Late again! Thirteen-year-old Lily O'Neil rolled out of bed and reached for her jeans, shivering as the cold air touched her skin. Her breath frosted the air as she pulled a sweatshirt over her head and slipped on her boots. The potbellied stove must have gone out during the night. It was late February in her small northern California town, and winter promised more cold weather to come.

She rubbed the frost off the inside of her window and peered through the early morning light to the house and stable next door. Whispering Pines Ranch, with its large white house and huge twenty-stall barn nestled at the base of the beautiful Sierra Nevada foothills, was a sight to behold.

Lily looked at the chipped paint on her windowsill and sighed. She loved the quaint little farmhouse she shared with her father and grandma, but the barn at Whispering Pines was bigger than their house and small stable put together.

The owner of Whispering Pines, Steven Henley, raised Arabian endurance horses and competed successfully on a national level. Lily hoped to someday follow in her mother's footsteps and ride for Mr. Henley. One of his best mares, Astra Atomica, was a favorite of Lily's and had the potential to become a champion like her half sister, Contina. Lily desperately wanted to see Astra become a great endurance horse.

The problem was, after the accident, Lily's overprotective father had forbidden her to ever ride again. He didn't even want her
around
horses. She'd never get a chance to step into Astra's saddle.

She thought about Domino, the beautiful black and white pony she'd been forced to sell. Her mother would have hated that idea.

Luckily her grandmother had been on her side. Grams had convinced Lily's father to let her help groom and feed the horses in Mr. Henley's stable. If her father had his way, Lily would never set eyes on another horse again. But horses were her life, just like they'd been for her mom. And right now she didn't want to think about any of this anymore.

Lily ran out her bedroom door and bounded down the stairs two at a time. She crossed the living room on the way to their small, cozy kitchen, and spied her grandmother stoking the potbellied stove. “Here, Grams, let me do that,” Lily said. She took the pieces of wood from her grandmother's weathered hands and fed them into the fire.

“Thank you, dear,” Grams said, dusting the tree bark off her hands. “Your father was so tired when he went to bed last night, I think he forgot to stock the stove.” She pulled her sweater close about her shoulders and shivered.

Tossing the last log on the fire, Lily closed the stove door. Her father had been working a lot of overtime lately. It didn't surprise her that he'd been dead-dog tired at the end of the day. She suspected the family was behind on their bills and he was putting in extra hours to make up for it. Things had been pretty tough lately.

“I made you a nice cup of hot tea and some toast,” Grams said. “I know you won't take the time to sit down to a full meal when there are horses to be fed and cared for next door,” she added with a wink.

Lily grabbed her hat and jacket off the hook by the back door, then picked up the toast, stuffing half a piece into her mouth. She chased it down with tea so hot it almost burned her mouth.

“Thanks, Grams.” Lily wiped the crumbs off her lips and gave her grandmother a peck on the cheek. “I'll be home in a few hours. Hopefully, Dad will sleep in a bit today. He's working too hard.” She zipped up her jacket and headed out the door.

Lily's bicycle stood propped against the side of the house. She got on and pedaled down the dirt road that ran in front of the two houses, turning down the long dirt driveway that led to Whispering Pines.

Along the way, she passed white-fenced paddocks filled with beautiful Arabian horses. Lily always marveled at their long, elegant necks and perfectly shaped heads. Several of the horses looked up at the sound of her bike and cocked their tails over their backs, racing down the fence line toward the barn.

Grace and elegance on four legs
, her mother used to call the spirited beauties. A deep sadness crept over Lily at the thought of her mom, and she pushed it away.
One day at a time
, she reminded herself.

The front tire of her bike dropped into a pothole, splattering muddy water on her pant legs. Lily's teeth clacked together and she almost lost control of the bike. She quickly realized she'd better take her eyes off the horses and pay attention to the road.

She pedaled into the barnyard and parked her bike under the tall ponderosa pines. More memories washed over her. She thought about the times she rode Domino over to join her mother for the long walk down the dirt road on one of the racers. Mr. Henley required the walk to loosen up the horses for their upcoming workouts.

Lily had loved making that ride with her mother, rocking to the rhythmic swing of Dominic's stride. Back then, she'd imagined the day she'd get to ride one of the awesome Arabian racers.

Sometimes her mom let her trot the first mile or two of the workout. But Domino would soon tire and want to head back to the barn. The racer always picked up the pace and headed up the mountain trail with ears pricked and tail floating on the wind. Lily had watched them go, vowing that someday she'd follow in her mom's boot steps and become a great endurance rider herself.
Yeah, right!
Lily scoffed at herself now. Domino had managed to dump her on her backside on a regular basis, and he was fairly well broke. The high-spirited Arabians with their catlike reflexes would guarantee her almost as much time on the ground as she'd spend in the saddle. But she was determined to become a better rider—just as soon as her father allowed her to ride again. And that would probably be never.

“Good morning, Lily.” Mr. Henley straightened his tall, thin frame and eyed his watch. “You're a bit late this morning.”

“I'm sorry, Mr. Henley.” Lily shoved her hands deep into her pockets and looked at the ground. “I, uh…overslept.”

Mr. Henley could be super strict sometimes. Lily hoped her tardiness wouldn't be cause for him to let her go. Her father allowed her to help Mr. Henley with the horses partly because he was their neighbor. But if Mr. Henley didn't want her to help anymore, she'd be out of luck. Her father wasn't likely to let her care for anybody else's horses.

Jill, Mr. Henley's sixteen-year-old daughter, handed Lily three grain buckets and pointed her toward the first several stalls. “Dad!” she scolded her father. “Give Lily a break. She comes over here out of the goodness of her heart to help us. It's not like she's an employee.” She rolled her eyes and went back to mixing grain.

Lily smiled her thanks at the older girl. Jill had always been nice to her. If they'd been closer in age, they might have been really good friends.

Nickers of excitement echoed up and down the shed row as horses bobbed their heads and pawed the shavings under their hooves in anticipation of breakfast.

Lily quickly fed the horses nearest the tack room, then slipped into Astra's stall. She greeted the beautiful gray Arabian with a good scratch under her mane.

Astra Atomica was the perfect example of an Arabian horse. She had a broad forehead with wide-set, intelligent eyes. Her small curved ears and perfectly dished face led to a petite muzzle with large nostrils. She stood fifteen hands tall—a hand being four inches—and she had well-balanced shoulders and hindquarters.

Lily knew that the success of careful breeding programs over thousands of years meant that today's Arabian was virtually the same horse as the ones ridden in ancient Arabia. They were the oldest known breed of riding horse, and one of the most popular in modern times. And someday she was going to own one!

Astra poked her whiskered muzzle into Lily's pockets, searching for the treat she knew Lily would bring her.

“Here you go, pretty.” Lily fed the mare the oats and molasses horse treats she'd bought with her weekly allowance. While Astra munched happily, Lily poured grain into her feed tub and stepped back to watch the daily ritual. The gray mare stepped forward and stuck her nose deep into the feeder, then swished her head from side to side, pushing the grain around the way a person stirred a bowl. She pawed several times with her right front leg and blew through her lips, then settled in to eat.

“You're so goofy!” Lily said, running her hand lovingly down the mare's long, perfectly arched neck. She laid her cheek against Astra's mane and breathed in the warm horse scent. She knew why her mother had loved this horse. Lily loved her, too. And just like her mother, she also believed that Astra Atomica could place in the Top Ten of the Tevis Cup some day. It had been her mother's dream.

And now it was Lily's.

But unfortunately, she didn't own Astra. She had no control over what happened with her. Mr. Henley wasn't exactly encouraging about the mare's abilities. He had several other big-talent horses in his stable and he poured most of his efforts into them. He saw Astra as just another horse in his stable. She was a safe mare to ride, so he'd given her to his son Charlie to exercise and prepare for the lesser fifty-mile endurance races.

Lily cringed when she thought about Charlie. He was in her grade at school and she had the questionable honor of sitting next to him in math class. Math was bad enough without adding Charlie to the mix. Too bad he couldn't be more like his older sister, Jill.

Charlie was just plain mean. And although he was a good rider—much better than she was—he didn't care much about anyone or anything but himself.

Even worse, he loved to tease Lily.

She pushed Charlie from her thoughts and turned her attention back to Astra. Giving the mare one last pat, she went to help Jill finish the rest of the feeding.

There was a set routine around the barn. Mr. Henley liked doing things a certain way. And since he owned the place, he got exactly what he wanted.

All of the horses were grained first thing in the morning. Racers got the largest portions because they expended the most energy. Broodmares, yearlings, and two-year-olds got the next biggest ration because they were growing or reproducing. Mr. Henley kept the grain supply down on the saddle horses and those being broke to saddle because he didn't want them hyped up and bucking people off.

Once the grain was distributed, the horses were left alone to eat their morning oats and given a few extra minutes to digest. Then the grooms would arrive to pull the racers scheduled for a workout from their stalls. The horses would be brushed and have their hooves picked before being saddled for the exercise riders.

The racers usually stayed out for at least two to three hours, sometimes as long as five or six. While the riders had the horses out on the trail, Lily helped clean their stalls, scrub water buckets, and hang hay nets. Sometimes she even got to move horses from their stalls to the turnout pens.

Lily checked her watch. She had ten minutes until it was time to groom the racers for their morning workouts. She returned the empty grain buckets to the feed room, then made her way down the aisle to Mr. Henley's trophy wall. She didn't look at it as she entered, but instead, stopped and stood for a moment with her eyes closed. She was happy just to listen to the sounds of the horses rustling around in their stalls and breathe in the wonderful mix of horses and fresh hay.

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