Horse Named Dragon (7 page)

“What’s wrong?” asked Jessie, as he hung up the phone.

Henry looked troubled. “The woman said Lots-o’-Dots didn’t walk away. She said someone broke into her barn and stole him last month.”

Jessie pointed to the address on the screen. “Edie’s Bead Shop is in Wyoming,” she said.

“And Benny said the truck that brought Honey and Bunny back had Wyoming license plates.”

“Was that truck pulling a small silver trailer with dinosaur stickers on it?” Henry asked.

Benny’s mouth dropped open. “How did you know?”

Henry explained, “Because the thieves also stole the bead store owner’s trailer. She said her little boy liked to decorate the trailer with dinosaur stickers.”

Benny gulped. He’d been face to face with a horse thief and didn’t even know it! He thought about the red-haired man with the backward baseball cap. “But the man wasn’t stealing Honey and Bunny,” said Benny. “He was bringing them back.”

Henry paced the small office. Walking back and forth helped him think better. “Maybe,” he said, “he wanted to throw us off the trail. Maybe he really wanted to steal Dragon. If we thought Honey and Bunny just walked away, we would think Dragon walked away, too.”

Jessie looked at the computer picture of Lots-o’-Dots. “Why would someone bring a stolen horse here to the ranch?”

Henry paced faster and faster. “What if the thief didn’t bring Lots-o’-Dots here to stay? What if he’s hiding him here until he can sell him?”

“Sell!” cried Violet. “Oh, Jessie, remember when we were taking pictures of horses in the west pasture and the man in the striped shirt tried to stop us? And an envelope full of money fell out of his pocket.”

Henry stopped pacing. “What if the thief brought Lots-o’-Dots and other horses here to hide them until he can sell them? What better place to hide a horse than on a horse ranch?”

“Cookie said the west pasture hadn’t been used in years, “Jessie said. “Until Slim decided to use it for his rescue horses.”

“Maybe the rescue horses need to be rescued,” said Benny.

“Let’s ride out there and take a look,” said Henry. “Let’s see what horses are out in the old barn.”

Violet looked unsure. “Shouldn’t we wait for Cookie?”

“She might not be back for hours,” said Jessie. “What if stolen horses are in the old barn? What if Dragon is out there? The thieves could take him away by the time Cookie comes home. We have to go right now!”

They went to saddle their horses but Lots-o’-Dots was not in the corral. “Maybe he’s in the pasture,” Henry said. “We don’t have time to look for him now.” Henry quickly saddled another little horse for Benny.

The four children rode out across the ranch. They saw many horses grazing in the pastures. But Lots-o’-Dots wasn’t among them.

Far off, in the west pasture, a long silver truck stood near the old barn. “I saw that truck before,” Benny said. “It has holes in the side so the cows can breathe.”

“It’s a horse trailer, too,” said Henry.

“It could be bringing in new rescue horses,” said Violet.

“Or stolen ones,” said Henry.

The children rode their horses through a field of tall hay toward the trailer. The truck’s back gate was down. But, instead of taking horses off, the man in the striped shirt was loading a white horse onto the truck.

“I saw Slim riding that horse,” said Benny. “Slim says he’s a good rider. But he holds onto the saddle horn with both hands.”

The man in the striped shirt gripped the horse’s bridle. He pulled the horse up the ramp into the truck.

“That’s the man who yelled at us for taking pictures,” said Violet.

Henry held up his hand. Everyone stopped. The man went back into the barn and soon led out a beautiful gray horse with a white patch on its nose. Its tail was white and black.

“That’s Buttercup,” whispered Jessie, “the stolen horse on the purple flyer! She’s been here the whole time!”

“We need to get closer,” Henry said, “but I don’t want that man to see us.” Henry climbed off his horse and let go of the reins. He motioned the others to do the same. The horses walked off.

“They’ll run away,” said Benny.

“They’ll look for a place to graze,” said Henry. “We’ll find them later.”

The children crouched low, moving silently through the tall hay. Soon, they were close to the barn.

“Come
on,
you stubborn horse!” a man growled. The children fell to their stomachs so that they were hidden by the hay. They peered out as a man tugged a big black horse out of the barn.

Jessie’s hands flew to her mouth. “Dragon!”

“Where?” Benny whispered.

“Right there.” The horse was all black. There was no big white dragon on its back. “I’m telling you, it’s Dragon,” said Jessie.

“The shoe polish,” said Henry. “They used that black shoe polish to cover his white dragon. That way, even if someone saw him, they wouldn’t recognize him.”

“I would,” said Jessie. “I’d know him anywhere.”

Dragon wouldn’t get into the truck. He reared up, whinnying. The man yanked the reins. “Come on!” he shouted. “Git in there!” He yanked the reins again.

Jessie started to get up but Henry pulled her back down. “Not yet. Wait until they’re inside the trailer. Then we’ll all make a run for the barn.” They watched as the man pulled Dragon up the ramp. It seemed to take forever. Finally, Dragon disappeared into the trailer.

The children raced from the field to the barn. Inside, four horses stood tied near the door. “Lots-o’-Dots!” said Benny, hugging his horse.

“Not now.” Henry pulled his little brother into one of the back stalls. The children huddled in a dark corner as the man walked into the barn. They held their breath as he untied a pretty red horse and led it out to the truck. A piece of paper was tacked to the stall wall. Someone had written a list of horses:
Palomino, quarter horse, gray Arabian, brown spotted pony.
“These are the horses he’s stealing,” said Henry. “We have to stop him.”

Jessie jumped up. “I can slow him down!” She darted to the last three horses and untied their ropes. Then she slapped them on the rear. They bolted out of the barn.

The man on the truck saw the horses escaping. “Hey!” he yelled. He jumped off the truck, chasing them. “Hey!”

The children peeked out from the barn. The man ran one way, then the other. “Roy!” the man yelled. “Come help me!”

The children ducked back as the truck door swung open and the driver stepped down. He had bright red hair and wore a white baseball cap turned backwards.

“That’s the man who brought back Honey and Bunny,” said Benny. “He drove the trailer with the dinosaur stickers.”

The man in the striped shirt captured one of the horses and led it back to the truck. “Help me catch the other two,” he snarled.

“No way,” said the red-haired man. He leaned against the truck, laughing. “My brother and I steal ’em and we pay you to take care of ’em. It’s your job to load ’em into the truck.”

“You and your brother are the sorriest horse thieves I ever did work for,” said the man in the striped shirt, chasing the last two horses. He kept stopping to catch his breath. Benny stared at the driver’s Adam’s apple. It bobbed up and down, just like Slim’s.

“He must be Slim’s brother,” said Benny. “Slim has black hair, but the hair on his arms is red.”

“He disguises himself,” Jessie said, “the way he disguises these horses.”

The man finally captured a silver horse that had stopped to nibble fruit from a crab apple tree. Only Lots-o’-Dots was still loose.

“We have to
do
something,” said Benny.

“I have an idea,” said Henry. “Violet, you go around to the front of the truck. Talk to the driver.”

The shy girl blinked. “What will I talk
about?
”

“Anything,” said Henry. “Just make sure you stand facing the truck. He’ll have to turn his back to it while he talks to you. That way he won’t see us.” Henry put his hands on Benny’s shoulders. “I need you to go out in the field and call Lots-o’-Dots. He’ll come to you. The man out there will try to chase you away. Stall him as long as you can.”

“What about me?” said Jessie.

Henry smiled. “You’ll come with me. It’s our turn to steal some horses.”

The children waited until the man in the striped shirt jumped off the truck and began chasing Lots-o’-Dots. “Now,” said Henry.

Violet took a deep breath and walked around to the front of the truck. “Hello,” she said. Her voice came out like a squeak.

The driver whirled around. “Where did you come from?”

“The city,” she said. “Greenfield. In Connecticut. Of, course,
this
is Connecticut, too. But Greenfield is very far away. I’m a tourist. And, um, I’m interested in horses. And, um, I was wondering if you could tell me—um—something about horses and …” Violet kept talking and talking as fast as she could. She had no idea what she was going to say next until the words popped out of her mouth.

Meanwhile, Benny ran out to the pasture. The man in the striped shirt was trying to catch Lots-o’-Dots. But the little horse kept trotting away. The man’s shirt was all sweaty. He ran slower and slower. “Come back here,” he shouted. But Lots-o’-Dots didn’t listen.

“Here, boy,” called Benny. The little horse looked up. Benny waved. Lots-o’-Dots pranced over to him.

“Hey, kid,” the man ran toward Benny, panting. “Gimme … that horse. You shouldn’t … be out here,” he gasped.

While the two younger children kept the men busy, Henry and Jessie dashed up the ramp into the truck. It was packed tight with horses. Their reins were hitched to poles on both sides of the truck. “Untie them,” whispered Henry.

They quickly untied one horse after another. Then Henry climbed on the pretty red horse and Jessie climbed on Dragon. The children made clicking sounds with their mouths. Slowly, they eased their horses down the ramp and all the others followed. The driver spun around at the sound of hooves banging down the ramp.

“Hey!” he yelled, running to the back of the truck.

“Stop!” yelled the man in the striped shirt.

But the horses didn’t stop. They scattered in all directions.

“Oh, Henry, how will we catch them all?” cried Jessie.

“You kids!” yelled the men, running toward Benny and Violet. “Stop!”

Jessie watched in horror as the thieves closed in on the two young children.

Suddenly, a voice yelled, “Eeeeeee-haaaa!” The children looked up. “Eeeeeee-haaaa!” shouted Alyssa as her horse burst out of the hay field. The wrangler raced full speed, waving her red hat in the air, charging right at the men. The men turned and ran. Alyssa whirled her horse around and rode up to Benny. She reached down. “Grab my arm,” she said. Benny grabbed hold and Alyssa swung him up onto the saddle behind her. Henry pulled Violet up behind him.

“We have to save the horses,” cried Jessie.

“Round ’em up!” Alyssa commanded, galloping after the scattered horses.

“Eeeeeeee-haaaaa,” they all yelled, chasing the horses away from the truck. “Eeeeeeeehaaaaa,” not stopping until they rounded up every last horse and ran them back to the safety of the corral.

Cookie drove up as the children rode into the corral. They quickly told her about the horse thieves and they all ran inside to call the police. Slim sat at the office computer. He jumped up when they came in. “Just a little computer work,” he said, quickly turning off the computer. He looked at the serious group. “What’s going on?”

Henry picked up the phone, dialing. “I’m calling the police to arrest your horse-thieving brother and your friend.”

Slim’s face turned white. “My what!?”

“You stole horses,” Jessie said, “and you stole my camera.”

“W-why would I do that?” His Adam’s apple bobbed wildly.

“Because,” Violet said, “your friend at the old barn saw us taking pictures of your horses. Our photos were proof that your ‘rescue horses’ were really stolen horses. You tried to get rid of the evidence by stealing Jessie’s camera.”

“Why, that’s crazy talk,” said Slim.

“No one saw the camera thief come into this office,” said Violet. “Cookie told us you’re in here all the time using the computer, so no one suspected you were the thief.”

Henry hung up the phone. “The police are on their way,” he said.

Slim lunged for the door. Suddenly, Bucky stepped into the doorway. His short wide body blocked Slim’s escape. “I always thought you were a terrible vet,” said Bucky. “Any vet worth his salt would have known Dragon needed a special square-toed shoe. I was the one who spotted it. I had to tell you. Even then, you didn’t know what I was talking about.”

“You told Alyssa to keep Dragon in the west pasture until his leg healed,” Jessie said. “His leg was fine. You just wanted to steal him. You used black shoe polish to cover the white dragon marking on his back. You’re the one who dumped oats near the fence. When Dragon and the other horses came to eat the oats, you stole Dragon and took him to the old barn.”

Sirens wailed in the distance. Soon, Slim and his friends were all on the way to jail.

The Aldens sat with the ranch hands cooking hot dogs over the campfire. Kurt had stacked a pile of wood to keep the small fire going. Benny dropped two hot dogs into the fire before he finally got one to stay on his stick.