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Authors: Bonnie Bryant

Horse Spy (16 page)

The girls were very different from one another and always had been. Carole was acknowledged to be the most serious about horses but the least serious about anything else. Sometimes she thought the only thing that really mattered to her was horses. Sometimes that didn’t seem like a bad thing. Now, as she grew older, she was even more convinced that horses would be her life. Just two more years of high school and she could enter a university equine studies program. That was what she wanted more than anything.

While Carole was serious about horses, Stevie sometimes seemed to have trouble being serious about anything. She had outgrown her passion for practical jokes, and her friends were more than a little relieved that she’d given up playing pranks on her brothers. Stevie had three of them: Chad, now in college; her twin brother Alex; and her younger brother, Michael. When the Lakes started playing jokes on each other, things often got out of hand. But everyone had calmed down, or perhaps just grown up, now. Still, Stevie had an irrepressible spirit that tended more toward trouble than practicality.

One constant factor in Stevie’s life was her boyfriend, Phil Marsten. They had met at riding camp one summer when they were twelve and in junior high school. They’d fallen in love then and had only gotten closer since. Both Carole and Lisa liked Phil, and he liked them, too.

In fact, the girls were such good friends that it would be difficult for anyone, even a boyfriend, to come between them, but that was put to the test when Stevie’s brother Alex and Lisa suddenly fell in love. Carole and Stevie had been there when it happened, and neither had seen it coming. Apparently, neither had Lisa and Alex. The girls had been at dinner at the Lakes’ house. In the midst of a raucous conversation about politics and the undesirable high jinks of certain politicians in nearby Washington, D.C., Lisa had asked Alex to hand her the water.

Alex reached for the pitcher and picked it up. He turned to pour water into Lisa’s glass, but before he could do it, their eyes met, and it was as if they were seeing one another for the first time. Alex began pouring the water—right onto the table. That in and of itself didn’t mean much. What did tell
Stevie and Carole that something important was happening was that Lisa didn’t notice … until she picked up her empty glass to drink out of it. And at that moment, Lisa’s life changed for the good, forever.

Lisa had been having a rough time dealing with her parents’ divorce. There had been several years of squabbling and ugly silence in the Atwood home. Then, as Lisa began to think she was accustomed to it, everything got turned upside down again. Her parents told her one morning at breakfast that their marriage was over. Within a month, Mr. Atwood had moved to California. A year after that, when the divorce was final, he’d remarried. Not long after that, Lisa found that she had a baby sister named Lily in addition to a stepmother named Evelyn. She liked Evelyn. She even loved Lily. But so many changes in such a short time were confusing, and nobody knew that better than her best friends.

Lisa, always the coolheaded clear thinker of the trio, had gone through a period when she was as capable of forgetting her coat as Carole or as likely to get into hot water at school as Stevie. All that ended the day she fell in love with Alex. It was as if he were the missing piece—or, as Lisa sometimes thought of him, the missing peace—in her life.

At first Stevie had worried about her best friend’s dating her brother, afraid that she’d be forced to choose between them, but that hadn’t happened. And now, six months later, Lisa and Alex were still as much in love as before, and Lisa had managed to revert to her normal reliable, calm, logical self. Her friends were glad to have her back.

Other things were also different than they had been when
the three girls had been in junior high school. Back then, they seemed to be able to meet at Pine Hollow every day after school and spend all day on the weekends together, at Pony Club meetings, riding, studying, grooming, and just being around the horses. Now there were huge assignments at school, jobs after school, family obligations, and time spent with boyfriends and even with study groups. Nothing changed the way the girls felt about one another, but life had interfered with their schedule.

Except for the day after next. They’d promised each other one trail ride, just for themselves—no boyfriends, no parents, no interruptions. It was the last chance they’d have to be together before Lisa left for the summer. She was going to California to be with her father, Lily, and Evelyn until September.

Carole hated the fact that Lisa would be gone. Stevie didn’t like it any better. Alex was brokenhearted, and Lisa’s mother was furious.

And that was the main reason nobody wanted to talk to Lisa about her decision. Her mother had been very badly hurt by the divorce. She had always been a fragile woman, devoted to trivial details, and now her world was shattered. A trivial world shatters easily, Carole had observed. The woman who once obsessed about Lisa’s proper upbringing, dancing lessons, painting lessons, piano instruction, and posture had now withdrawn from the whole process, leaving Lisa to her own devices.

Lisa’s devices and resources were considerable. She looked after herself and was a straight-A student. She also took on
the responsibility of looking after her mother, shopping and cooking for the two of them regularly. No wonder Lisa wanted to go to California for the summer. She needed a rest.

Carole’s reverie about her friends was broken by the familiar sound of a pair of crutches thumping along the hallway toward her office.

“Hi, Emily!” she called out.

“Hello, Carole,” Emily Williams said. Then the girl peered around the corner into the office, smiling warmly. “Greetings! Anything going on?”

“Lots,” Carole told her. “And before you ask, the answer is yes, you can help.”

“That’s what I get for my generosity of spirit,” Emily said, slipping into the chair in front of Carole’s desk. She propped her crutches against the chair, crossed her arms in front of her, looked Carole straight in the eye, and said, “Shoot.”

“Two things: First of all, can you cover for me in the office day after tomorrow?”

“Of course,” Emily said. “As long as I don’t have to sort out which of the beginning riders gets Nickel and which gets Patch.”

“I’ll make a list of horse assignments and leave it for you,” Carole said. “I really mostly need you on the phone.”

“I’m good at the phone,” said Emily.

“You’re good at everything,” Carole said. “Don’t think you can get off easy just because of those.” Carole pointed to the crutches.

“I’ve tried, and it doesn’t work,” Emily said. Both girls laughed. There were a lot of things Emily had tried to do with the crutches she’d had all her life, but getting sympathy was
not one of them. She’d been born with cerebral palsy and wore leg braces, besides walking with crutches. Sometimes if she got really tired, she used a wheelchair. None of that seemed to matter, though, because once Emily had made up her mind to do something, she always managed to do it. And she made up her mind to do just about everything.

Emily had her own horse, a well-trained one she called PC She rode him every bit as skillfully as the other riders at Pine Hollow rode their horses. She’d won as many ribbons as other fully abled riders, and nobody doubted for a second that she had earned those ribbons. Emily was as devoted to her horse and to riding as Carole and her other friends—more, perhaps. She referred to PC as her great equalizer. When she was in his saddle, there was no thump of crutches. There was no telltale awkwardness in her gait. She could move as quickly as her friends. She could turn, run, and jump just as well as they could. Best of all, they were as happy about it as she was.

“And the other thing?” Emily asked.

“Oh, right. Well, we’ve got a new boarder arriving this morning. Can you cover the desk while I help with the unloading? According to the notes, he’s supposed to be a little tough to handle.”

“Sure,” said Emily. “But what about Ben?”

“He’ll be there, too,” Carole said. “I just want to be sure we give this fellow a great Pine Hollow welcome.”

“Some kind of VIP?” Emily asked.

“I guess so,” said Carole. “The horse is named Fez. The owner is Callie Forester.”

“The congressman’s daughter?” Emily asked.

“Yeah, how’d you know?”

“I read all about her in one of my horse magazines. Didn’t you see the article? I guess not, huh—but anyway, sure, she’s won like a zillion ribbons for endurance riding. Fez is a champion in his own right. The junior endurance world has been waiting for these two to pair up. It was a long article, mostly about how difficult it is for her having to move now that her father’s been elected.”

“It can be tough,” said Carole. “Sort of like being an instant princess. Dad met these people at one of those black-tie dinners he goes to—”

“Spare me
Lifestyles of the Rich and Overprivileged
,” said Emily.

“I guess,” said Carole. “But it can’t be easy to be in the public eye the way a congressman’s daughter is. And think of all the boring political dinners and conventions and things like that. Must be hard to find time to ride.”

“She finds time, trust me,” said Emily. “The article was all about how she spends hours a day conditioning herself and her horse. It also said she has a brother who is supposed to be this hotshot kid, president of his high-school debate team, most likely to succeed—like his father. The brother’s name is Scott, I think.

“And the horse—well, she only rode him for a few minutes before she knew this was the horse she wanted. Her parents made arrangements to rent him for the summer, and they expect to buy him in September if he lives up to his promise. He’s spirited, all right. The woman who wrote the article spent most of her time talking about flared nostrils. In the photographs, his ears were back, flat against his head. I bet he’s going to be a handful.”

“Well, we’ll do our best to make him welcome and comfortable,” Carole said.

She thought she sounded like an innkeeper. She had every intention of doing whatever was necessary to make their famous guest and his equally famous rider very comfortable. Usually Carole didn’t notice much about riders and horses except how the horses were doing and how the riders rode. For some reason, Fez and Callie were making her nervous, even before she’d met them.

Carole had met congressmen and their daughters before. Pine Hollow was in a suburb of Washington, and there were a lot of people from the government around. It was nothing new. She’d met championship horses before, too. She’d even ridden them. She’d never met a horse she didn’t like, and more important, she’d never met a horse she couldn’t make like and trust her. What was the big deal here? Maybe it was that, for the first time, she was truly, officially, working at Pine Hollow. She wasn’t just one of the riders at the stable, she
was
the stable. The opportunities for error seemed vast. She shook off the thought. Fez would be there shortly. There was no big deal about it. He was a horse, just like any other horse. He’d be fine—and so would she.

“Is that a horse van I hear?” Emily asked, sitting up in her chair so that she could see through the office window.

Carole looked, too. Emily was right. Fez was there. Time to become the welcoming innkeeper, directing her newest guest into the stable.

“W
ELCOME TO
Pine Hollow,” Carole said to the van driver. “My name is Carole Hanson, and—”

“Let’s just get this baby unloaded. We’re late and it’s all because of him. Here are the papers.”

The driver shoved a clipboard at Carole and went to the back of the van, where he started opening the latch. Even before the door was open, Carole knew they were in for some trouble. She could hear the horse stomping on the floor. He whinnied. The sound conveyed both irritation and restlessness.

She looked at the papers. Everything seemed to be in order. Fez had come from a farm in West Virginia. He’d been traveling about six hours, and he obviously didn’t like it. Some horses took traveling in stride, settled into new homes easily, adjusted to a variety of riders, and did their best for each one. Nothing that Carole had learned so far about Fez made her think he was that kind of horse.

While she finished checking the paperwork, Ben stepped up to give the van driver a hand. It was almost like opening a Christmas present—one that really wanted to get out of the box.

First the outer doors were unlatched and swung open. Then the driver lowered the ramp. Next came the inner door, the stall enclosure inside the van. And there was Fez—or at least Fez’s rump. His tail switched agitatedly.

Ben hopped up into the van and clipped a lead rope onto the Arabian’s halter.

“You’re going to have to mask him,” the driver said. “It took that, and more, to get him on. Lord knows what it’ll take to get him off.”

Carole and Ben each took one side of Fez, guiding him every step of the way, and every step was painful—at least for Carole. With Fez’s first step, he managed to give Carole a solid kick in her thigh. She could feel her flesh welting up into a swollen mass and knew it would be a beauty of a bruise.

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