Chapter 3: Taken
May brought an early summer and we were able to say goodbye to the long drab spring. The warm breezes and sunshine were definitely welcome. I spent more time at Hawthorn Ridge, the barn which served as Andy’s office for his veterinarian practice and where I kept Snazzy, the horse Andy had gotten me for my birthday a year ago. We were getting ready for the upcoming show season. Andy was busy with spring shots, drawing blood for Coggin’s tests for Equine Infectious Anemia (a requirement for all show horses), and the regular bumps and bruises of spring. He returned one Saturday afternoon to the barn visibly shaken.
“What’s going on?” I asked as he got out of the truck.
I was sitting on Snaz, having just come in from the outdoor arena and a long workout.
He looked around.
