too,â Katie agreed. âDo you know she still acts like theyâre going out? I want to laugh at her every time she says something about Jason.â
âI donât know why you put up with her,â Jan said between bites of her cookie.
âI need the money her father pays me. Raising a colt isnât cheap. Every dime my mom makes goes to pay bills. I have to come up with the money for King. It wonât be long until itâs time to wean him. Then the feed bill will really go sky-high.â
âMoney or no, sheâs going to make you look like a fool when you ride into that show ring on the back of that flea-bitten old Appy.â
âHeâs really not so bad.â Katie put down her cookie and smiled mischievously. âIâve got ten days to work on him.â
Jan sat up in her chair. âWhat is it? Youâve got that look in your eye. Iâve got a feeling it has to do with Cindy, and I think Iâm going to like it. Count me in.â
âI was just thinking. That old Appy is three-quarters Thoroughbred. He looks like a racehorse with spots. They keep him in good shapeâitâs just that they never care for his coat. I bet if we cleaned him up, heâd look passable.â
âWhat are you getting at, pal?â
âHeâs got a good mouth and smooth gaits. I bet if I worked with him a little, we could make a pretty decent showing for ourselves.â
Jan smiled. âGood enough to beat Cindy on Jester?â
âMaybe. Jester is well trained, and Cindy is doing much better with her equitation, but when she gets upset about something, sometimes she slips back into her old habits. Jester is good, but he canât win on his own.â
Jan clapped her hands. âI love it! When do we start?â
Katie picked up the dirty dishes and stacked them in the sink. âWeâll have to get him over here so I can work on him, but I donât want Cindy to suspect anything. We canât let her know that heâs gone from the farm.â
âYou could tell Mr. Ellis that the gray mare is sore and you need the Appy to pony King. Cindy has dancing lessons tomorrow. Youâll have an extra two hours after school to get the horse out of there. You told me they were breaking in a new pony horse, so they donât use the Appy that much. Once heâs gone, Cindy will never miss him. She doesnât pay much attention to the racehorses anyway.â
âBrilliant!â Katie hugged her friend. âWe start tomorrow.â
Old John delivered the Appy the next afternoon. When Katieâs mother saw the trail of dust the horse van kicked up as it came up the drive, she called her daughter.
John unloaded the scruffy-looking steed from the van and led him to a stall. He looked in on Grey Dancer and King, sweeping the hat from his head and dusting it off before he resettled it.
âThis mare doesnât seem to be off in her footing. Whereâd you say she was sore?â He turned with a puzzled look on his face, waiting for an answer.
âWell, erâ¦,â Katie stammered. âSheâs not exactly sore.â Katie lowered her eyes. She didnât want to lie to John, but how did she explain the truth? Revenge and childish pranks didnât go over well with adults.
John noticed her nervousness, and a small grin tugged at the corners of his mouth. âThis wouldnât have anything to do with next weekâs show, would it?â
Katie lifted her chin and looked him in the eye. âYes, it does. Iâm supposed to ride this old horse in competition with Cindy.â
âWell, now, is that so?â John tipped his hat to a jaunty angle. âYou know, before this horse came to the ranch, he used to belong to a little girl who loved to show. Of course, that was a long time ago, and whoâs to say he remembers any of it. She sold him when she bought some big, fancy horse, but as I recall, this old boy
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