Horse Named Dragon (3 page)

Henry tried pulling the branch, but it was too big and heavy. Kurt drove up on a small tractor. In back were a big toolbox, rope, some fence wire, and a post digger.

“That branch must have blown down during the night,” Kurt said. He picked up the rope and tossed one end to Henry. “Here, wrap this around the branch and I’ll pull it off with the tractor.”

Henry went to work winding the rope around and around the branch. Jagged bark scraped his arms, and branches scratched his face. Sharp twigs snagged his clothes. The long brown pods slipped underfoot. Henry worked hard, tying the rope good and tight.

“Ready,” he said.

Whirrrrrr, whirrrrr.
The tractor strained, slowly pulling the branch away from the fence. Dead leaves and pods fell off.

“I’ll take this over to the burning pit,” Kurt said. “That’s where we pile the brush that needs burning. When I come back, we’ll fix this fence.” And he drove off, dragging the branch away.

Henry patted Lightning as he leaned against the tree to wait for Kurt. Someone had carved a heart into the tree bark. Inside they’d carved
TA + LM.
The heart looked faded from many years of freezing winters and hot summers. There was a hole in the bark below the heart. No woodpecker made this hole. It was as big as Henry’s finger, and perfectly round. Someone drilled this hole. But why?

He walked around the other side and found two more holes. A scrap of paper poked out of one.

Henry reached up and pulled it out. Someone had written:
Gray Arabian. Brown spotted pony.
Maybe this was the way ranch hands left messages for each other, Henry thought.

Lightning whinnied again. “Easy, now,” said Henry, putting the paper back. When Kurt returned, Henry would ask about the note, and about the heart carved into the tree.

“Hold still!” cried Jessie.

“I’m trying.” In the corral, Violet gripped the bridle of a white horse that kept pushing her with its nose.

Jessie pointed the camera, trying to take a picture. “He keeps moving.”

“That’s because he wants the whole apple.” Violet reached into her pocket and took out another piece of cut-up apple. “Get ready,” she said, holding the apple in her fist under the horse’s nose.

Jessie aimed her camera until she could see the whole horse from its nose to its tail, and its ears to its hooves. “Ready!”

Violet slowly opened her fingers. “Now!”

Jessie clicked the camera as the horse gobbled the apple. “Got it!” said Jessie.

Cookie brought tall glasses of lemonade to the girls. “You’re doing a fine job,” she said.

“We’re only half done,” said Violet. “Dare to Dream has so many horses.”

Cookie laughed. “This is nothing. When I was a little girl, we had a couple of hundred horses on this ranch. And we had cattle and chickens and I don’t know what-all. My folks had lots of help back then. Whole families lived here. My best friend, Trevor, lived right in that bunkhouse where you’re staying.” Her blue eyes twinkled. “Oh, how my six year-old heart broke when his family moved to Texas to start their own ranch.” She grew quiet for a moment. “That was a long, long time ago. Big ranching is too hard for an old woman like me. Now, I just keep a few horses for people like you and your grandfather to come and ride.”

“We’re glad you do,” said Jessie.

“And I started taking in rescue horses, trying to make them well,” said Cookie.

“Does it cost a lot for people to adopt a rescue horse?” Violet asked.

Cookie looked surprised. “Why, Violet, we don’t sell our horses. We give them away to good homes for free. I’m always trying to find people who want to adopt.”

“We can help!” said Jessie. “We can put photos of the rescue horses on the Internet. That way, people all around the country can see them.”

Cookie looked embarrassed. “I guess I should have done that a long time ago. Slim’s the only one around here who’s any good on the computer. He’s always going online to buy the horses’ medicines and such. I’m afraid that I’m not much good on the computer.”

“We’re good on the computer,” said Jessie. “We’ll teach you.”

“Goldfish?” Benny bent over a big old bathtub someone set in a pasture. Inside, swimming around the horse’s drinking water, were several bright goldfish.

“Yup,” said Bucky. He took off his hat with the feathers and wiped sweat off his forehead. “Horses are messy drinkers, always dropping in bits of grass and hay from their mouths. Also, mosquitoes lay their eggs in water. These goldfish love to eat all that stuff. They keep the drinking water clean and help cut down on mosquitoes.”

Benny’s eyes grew wide. “But … but don’t the horses eat the fish?”

“Nope,” said Bucky. “Watch.” A colt and its mother walked over for a drink. As soon as they put their noses into the bathtub, all the fish swam to the other side and stayed up near the top. When the horses finished drinking, the goldfish swam back down in the tub. “Pretty good trick, huh?” said Bucky.

“My dog Watch does some tricks,” said Benny. “But I didn’t know you could train goldfish.” He picked up the hose and added fresh water to the bathtub.

“Good job,” said Bucky. He held his hand under the hose and wiped cold water over his face. “Where do you go next?”

Benny spread out the map and studied the
X
es. He’d filled most of the water cans and buckets. But there were a few left before he reached the corral. “Here,” he said, pointing.

“That’s right,” said Bucky. “You can finish the rest on your own. I’ve got to help unload the new shipment of feed. See you at lunch.”

Benny felt very grown-up. He had to do an important job by himself. If he didn’t water the horses, they would go thirsty. If they went thirsty, they’d get sick. He would not let them down. “See you tomorrow,” he said to the goldfish, then ran to the next
X
on the map.

This
X
marked a small wooden shed with a fence around it. It was out in a pasture all by itself. As Benny unhooked the water bucket from the fence, a pony peeked out from the shed. It was all brown without a single speck of white or black. The mane between its ears stood straight up, like the bristles on Mrs. McGregor’s scrub brush. “Hi, Brownie,” said Benny. The brown pony tilted its head and stepped out of the stall. It watched Benny clean the bucket and fill it with water.

Benny accidentally splashed the pony. “Sorry, Brownie.” The pony snorted.

Benny laughed. “I’ll bet that water felt nice and cool.”

A dark blue pickup truck rattled along the pasture road. It pulled a small silver trailer carrying two horses. The trailer was covered with little dinosaur stickers. Benny noticed that the front license plate had a picture of a cowboy on a bucking bronco. Benny tried to sound out the name of the state. It began with a W and had a “y” in it.

“Hey, kid,” called the driver. He was a skinny man with bright red hair. Instead of a cowboy hat, he wore a white baseball cap turned backwards. The Adam’s apple in his throat bobbed up and down like Slim’s. “Which way to the main house?”

Benny opened his map and set it on the ground. He tried to figure out how to get to the main house from where they were.

“Come on,” said the man, “I haven’t got all day.”

Benny pointed. “I … I think it’s over that way.” The man drove off without even saying thank you.

The brown pony snorted again. It looked hot. Benny pointed the hose at the sky. The spray fell like rain. The pony whinnied and stuck his nose in the spray. Then he walked right through. Then he walked through again.

“You’d like running through our sprinklers back home,” said Benny. The water ran off the pony and onto the ground. It puddled around Benny’s feet. Luckily, Benny wore the yellow rubber work boots Bucky gave him. He filled the pony’s drinking bucket nice and full.

“See you tomorrow,” he told the brown pony.

A breeze brought smells of something cooking. Benny’s mouth watered. He hurried off to finish his work. Just a few more water buckets to clean and fill, and then he could dig into Cookie’s delicious lunch.

Out in the pasture, Henry paced up and back along the broken fence. When was Kurt coming back with the tractor? It was boring just waiting around with nothing to do. He walked to the hole in the fence. Carefully, he stepped over the leaves, brown seed pods, and broken fence wire to the other side. A dirt path ran between the fence and the road. Henry saw hoofprints going out of the pasture onto the dirt. It looked like Kurt was right—Honey and Bunny had just walked away.

Alyssa rode up. “What did you find?” asked the wrangler. Henry showed her the hoofprints. She smiled with relief. “Thank goodness they weren’t stolen.”

“Why do people steal horses?” Henry asked.

“To sell, or else to keep for themselves without having to pay,” Alyssa said. “I never thought it could happen here because we give our rescue horses away. Who would steal a horse that they could have for free?” She took off her red hat and used it to shoo flies from her horse’s ears. “But when Honey and Bunny disappeared, and that woman brought flyers of her stolen horse …” Alyssa turned her horse around. “Thanks, Henry. Honey and Bunny won’t have walked far. We’ll find them.” She rode away.

Henry walked farther, following the hoofprints along the side of the road. Suddenly, the tracks stopped. Had the horses walked out onto the road? Henry looked, but there wasn’t a single hoofprint there. He knelt down. Tire tracks began where the hoofprints stopped.

Fear prickled the back of Henry’s neck. His heart raced as he followed the tire tracks. Honey and Bunny
hadn’t
wandered off! Someone had loaded them into a truck and stole them away. Henry ran back and untied Lightning from the tree. Then he rode as fast and as hard as he could to tell Kurt what he’d found.

Clang, clang, clang. The metal cowbell rang out over the ranch. “Come and get it!” yelled Cookie. Clang, clang, clang.

The dining room quickly filled with hungry workers. Benny climbed in between Violet and Jessie.

“What happened to your boots?” asked Violet.

Benny looked down. His yellow boots were covered with brown stains. “I don’t know,” he said. He looked around the dining room. “Where’s Henry?” Benny asked.

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” said Jessie.

Cookie brought out bowls and plates of food. The children dug into big cups of chili served with fresh-baked corn bread. Benny heaped his plate with macaroni and cheese made with three creamy cheeses and baked until the top turned a crusty brown. Jessie cut a thick slice off a large meatloaf, then squirted ketchup on top. Violet filled a bowl with steaming vegetables picked fresh from Cookie’s garden. She added a dollop of sweet butter, sprinkled on salt and pepper, and stirred it all around.

On every table, a giant platter overflowed with celery and carrot sticks, tomato and cucumber slices, and strips of zucchini and peppers. Baskets of fresh-baked biscuits were passed with apple butter, homemade jams, and pitchers of gravy.

Alyssa burst into the dining room and let out a shrill whistle. “I have great news,” she said. “Honey and Bunny are home. A new neighbor just brought them back.” The ranch hands clapped and cheered.

Benny remembered the man with the bright red hair and big Adam’s apple. “I saw him,” said Benny. “He asked where the ranch house was and I told him.” He felt proud he had helped.

“Where did the man find the horses?” asked Violet.

The wrangler smiled. “In his pasture. He saw Honey and Bunny grazing with his horses this morning.”

“Are they all right?” Jessie asked.

Alyssa nodded. “Bucky is cleaning them up in the stable, so after lunch, you can go and say howdy.”

Cookie came out of the kitchen carrying a plate heaped high with fresh-baked chocolate-chip, peanut butter, oatmeal raisin, and snickerdoodle cookies. The excited children quickly told her the good news about Honey and Bunny. Cookie looked puzzled.

“I didn’t even know I had a new neighbor.” She brightened. “I bet he bought the old Cedar Meadow Farm. I’ll be sure to bring him a big thank-you box of my homemade cookies.”

As Benny licked cinnamon sugar from the top of a snickerdoodle, he told the girls about the goldfish that lived in the horse’s drinking water. Jessie and Violet described how hard it was to get horses to stand still to have their pictures taken.