CHAPTER 10
Carly’s pony, Monroe, sparkled in the morning
light after his bath and grooming. As she did with her pony, Carly
kept the saddle and bridle clean and polished. Monroe danced in
place as she made sure her girth was tight and the stirrup leathers
just the right length. He was eager to get underway, to take his
partner on today’s adventure, wherever that might lead. Carly
vaulted into the saddle with the grace of an Olympic gymnast. She
rode an English jumping saddle with an Italian name. She turned
Monroe’s head with light pressure on the right rein and urged him
forward with pressure from her legs. He responded immediately and
they headed west down the dirt road leading into her grandfather’s
cornfields, where yellowed stalks stood as a silent tribute to the
recent h
