CHAPTER 14
Carly could hear the rumble of the motorcycle
in the distance but paid little attention. Over the hill was the
highway, she thought, where lots of cars, trucks, and motorcycles
sped by to wherever it was they were going. It never ceased to
amaze Carly that, whenever she went riding in an automobile, there
were always hundreds of other vehicles on the highway. She wondered
where these people were going all the time and why they were always
in such a hurry.
Monroe pricked his ears forward and slowed
his gait. He was on alert.
He sensed danger in the air. At first Carly
thought her pony was responding to the sound of the rapidly
approaching motorcycle. Monroe suddenly shied, kicking out. Carly
heard a hissing sound and then a thud, as the pony’s left hind hoof
came s
