She wasnât sure what to tell him.
âReady?â he shifted from foot to foot as if sheâd been stalling for hours.
âExcuse me,â she said, slipping past him. âIâm taking the bus home.â She paused, feeling guilty because he looked so surprised. âYou know Gram will go nuts if I just take off without asking permission.â
It was true, but it wasnât the reason she didnât want to go with him. Somehow, Jake seemed to know.
âOkay,â he bit the word short and headed down the hall.
âWhat ifâ¦â Sam said, before he got too far.
Jake turned and Sam hurried after him. They were outside now. She could see the bus idling, waiting.
A gust of warm spring wind blew from behind her, sending her red-brown hair into a frenzy around her face.
Frustrated, she pushed it back with both hands, then ordered her brain to come up with something.
âSince we saw the filly in the morning at Monument Lakeââ
Sam stopped, filled with disbelief for what sheâd nearly said. Jake raised his black eyebrows, but he didnât meet her gaze. In fact, he seemed focused on her hair. Probably so she wouldnât see the disappointment in his eyes.
âWhy donât we go tomorrow before school,â she blurted.
Say no, say no, say no, she begged silently.
âGood idea.â Jake nodded slowly. âDad wonât complain about undone chores, either, since Iâm not doinâ anything at five A.M. Pick you up then.â
Stupid, stupid, stupid. Sam wondered if she was weaving with shock as she started toward the bus.
âHey, Brat?â Jake called after her.
Sam whirled, hoping no one had heard the babyish nickname.
âWhat?â she hissed.
Jake used one hand to make a vague smoothing gesture at his hair. âDo somethinâ. You look kinda like, uh, whatâs that flower with the petals goinâ every which way? Like a chrysanthemum.â
If she hadnât already been so embarrassed her face hurt from blushing, Sam would have screamed.
With a little planning, she could have picked a better friend than Jake Ely. A friend who didnât mock her or force her to get up early.
Civilized human beings didnât get out of bed at five oâclock in the morning twice in one week, she thought, as she trudged up the steps, onto the bus. The rooster didnât crow that early. It was still night!
She found a seat and squinted at her reflection in the windowpane. She couldnât see much except her outline, so she smoothed both hands over her hair, then leaned her forehead against the cold glass.
She could probably catch a catnap now, and store up sleep. But there was no way she was going to take a chance of missing a glimpse of the wild horses.
Once the bus had stopped at the junior high school to pick up a few more students, it rolled out of Darton. They passed the mall, the scattered gas stations, mini-marts, and most of the other bus stops and rolled onto the highway, then Sam began searching the far hills.
She couldnât see much without binoculars, butshe watched for movement. When the bus stopped at Claraâs Diner to let off a few students, Sam sat up straighter. Lost Canyon, Arroyo Azul, and War Drum Flats were east of here and sheâd seen the Phantomâs herd here before.
There! Sam bounced up in her seat. Below the ridgeline, in a clump of juniper that was starting to green up, she thought something moved. Something s .
âDid you see those antelope?â crowed a voice behind her. âMy dad says thereâs enough of âem to crowd out the nags this year.â
Sam twisted and glared over the seat back. If looks could kill, whoever was back there was dead meat.
âThe what ?â she demanded.
Two younger boys shrank away as far as their seat would allow, then stared up at Sam, openmouthed.
âThe, uhââ His chin ducked as he swallowed. âI donât know
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