learn that bronc stop, Darby thought, butright now she had her hands full with Navigator.
The gelding loved to jump. Though he didnât have room for a running start, he settled for a trot, then blasted off with such energy, he cleared the flume by the length of his own body.
Darby had held on tight enough to keep from falling, and her mom gave her a high five as she trotted past, trying to persuade Navigator that a walk was fast enough.
âNow, weâre going toâokay, I remember. Weâll pass this weird tree we used to call the witch tree. It has this long, pale root that points out in front, and another root that looks like a snake.â
Roots on top of the ground? Darby was skeptical, but only for a few seconds.
âI see it,â Darby said.
She also saw four stairs, probably made of stone, but it was hard to tell because theyâd been blackened, maybe by a fire. The stairs climbed and stopped. Right there, along the third step, a root lay like a lounging snake.
âWhat are those steps for?â Darby asked.
âI donât know. Maybe part of the factory, or the plantation. There used to be houses here, too.â
Darby nodded, remembering Tutu had said her cottage had been a workerâs shack. Darby was about to tell her mom, but Kona was spooked by the witch tree.
He squealed and shied, then bounced off theground, giving a few cranky crow hops.
As bucking went, it wasnât rodeo-quality, but that was her mom in the saddle!
âRide âem,â Darby cheered.
Giggling like a girl, Ellen managed to sound humble when she said, âIâve still got it!â
Darby applauded, then dismounted along with her mother.
Once she was on the ground beside Kona, Ellen circled the grayâs sweaty neck with her arms.
âI hugged Jonahâs horse,â she whispered to Darby. âShhh.â
âYou donât have to be quiet,â a voice piped up from the forest of ferns. âThereâs no one here but us.â
Chapter Ten
M enehune.
Astonishment flashed through Darby. Menehune were early Hawaiians driven into hiding by tall warriors. Or helpful little people, finishing work by moonlight. Or imps.
In Darbyâs mind, they looked like Shakespearean fairy folk. Was she about to discover the truth?
âAloha,â Ellen called out. She looked at Darby with raised eyebrows. âWhoâs there?â
Her momâs voice was playful. The ride had transformed her into a carefree woman, excited rather than unnerved by the voice.
âAloha, over here.â
This time the voice was definitely human, a boyâs.
As Darby and Ellen followed it, they came upon a trackside wooden dock. Legs dangling over the edge, Patrick Zink sat on the dock.
âPatrick, right?â Darby called up to him.
âYeah, Darby and Ellen Kealoha Carter.â He bowed his head, which was topped with a pith helmet. âWelcome to the A-Z Sugar Plantation. Iâm one of the Zâs.â
Patrick appeared smaller than he had when heâd been all dressed up at Sugar Sands Cove Resort. Now his shorts showed skinned knees, and his hatâwhich looked like straw woven over a hard, ventilated helmetâdwarfed his freckled face.
âOne of the Zâs.â Ellen glanced at the faded letters on the flume.
âPatrick Zink,â he announced, âat your service.â
Pushing his palms on the wooden dockâwhich was about six feet high, Darby guessedâhe launched himself to the ground in front of them. The jump was meant to look like casual gallantry, but one of his ankles twisted when his hiking boots hit the ground. He fell on the seat of his khaki shorts.
Ellenâs arm barred Darby from going to help him.
Patrick stood, brushed off dust, picked a sliver from his palm, then squared his hat on his head and began talking as if nothing had happened.
âIâm glad you got here before the mosquitoes came out,â he
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