by hoofbeats

Part One: The Accident

Joy pumped through my veins as I galloped my Arabian mare across our pasture and through the creek.

"This is the best place to be right now," I whispered to my white Arabian who I had named Destiny. I had bought her at an auction and she had been so wild so no one else could gentle her, only me.

"Jessica, dinner is ready!" Amber, my little sister yelled from the house, disturbing my ride.

"Coming!" I yelled. "Give me five minutes."

I gently shifted my weight onto Destiny's back and whispered canter. Destiny slowed on command.

"Wait a minute," I thought, "How in the world could I have heard Amber call me when I was galloping?"

Then I remembered that she had a really big voice and could scream and yell really loud.

We cantered up to the pasture fence and halted next to the barn gate. I hopped off and led Destiny through the gate into our barn.

When I finished feeding and settling Destiny in her stall, I said, "Good night, girl." She nickered in return as I closed the barn door.

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, dodging the old lawn mowers and many other things that Dad had to fix for his clients because he was an odd-job man.

Now, I had reached the backdoor of our one-storey house.

"You just made it Jessica!" Amber announced as I washed my hands and sat down at the table opposite her. Dad had already started on the massive roast chicken with gravy and vegetables. My mouth all of a sudden watered.

And Mom? Well, she had died in a car accident two years ago. She had been the one who had taught me everything that she knew about horses. Mom had gotten a reputation as being the best horse gentler in the whole country, but I think she was the best in the whole world! After she died, we sold our big ranch and all our horses.

I stabbed a piece of chicken in my mouth. In the meantime, Amber had already started a conversation with Dad. But I am really never of any help.

Part Two: A Black and White Discovery

I woke up when the sun hadn't even had time to show it's face. It was only five in the morning and the sun was already late.

I changed quickly into some jeans, boots and a faded bright green t-shirt.

"It was really good that Amber had bought new t-shirts for the school year," I thought.

On my way outside, I passed the kitchen. I saw that Amber must have been up really early because she had made sausage rolls but they still had a bit of warmth to them.

I took two sausage rolls and a bag of treats for Destiny and stuffed the bag in my pocket. Then I headed outside while eating my early morning snack.

As I neared the pasture, I heard a nicker.

"Morning girl," I greeted my horse. "Wait," I thought as I swallowed the last bit of my sausage rolls, "I put Destiny in the barn but the nicker came from the pasture," I muttered.

I ran the rest of the way to the fence. It was not Destiny I found but a paint horse!

"What?" I gasped, "How did you get in there?" I asked the paint. I studied the paint a little bit more. He was a little bit more smaller than Destiny. He only had a dirty coat but I could still see that he was a paint.

"So you must have run away?" I came to the conclusion.

Destiny's nicker brought me back to the present. "Coming girl!" I told her and dashed into the barn and grabbed a lead rope, a halter and a bucket of oats for the paint. But before I did, I gave her one of Amber's horsey treats.

"School starts tomorrow so I might be able to find out whose horse this is." I planned while I walked to the pasture fence and ducked through the railings.

"It's OK, boy." I said quietly as I walked a few meters towards him. He stood under the oak tree looking with fear and confusion in his eyes. I could see it. His fear won him over and he bolted and galloped around the pasture doing massive circles around me.

But as soon as he saw that I was just standing there and not doing anything that was going to harm him, he slowed down to a canter then a trot, a walk, and finally a halt.

We just stood there for a good five minutes looking at each other. Me, planning what to do next with him. And the Paint? He was most likely deciding what to do with me.

I put down a bucket of oats at my feet. He takes a step forward. He kept on going until he was right in front of the bucket. He lowers his head to eat the small amount of oats in the black feed bucket. He lifted his head looking around for more.

"Sorry boy." I said as I turned my back to him. I lifted my arms to be horizontal with my shoulders (like a 'T' shape). I started walking towards the barn. Soon I heard a soft thump-thud, thump-thud. My heart rejoiced but I didn't turn around. We continued until I reached the pasture fence.

"Good boy!" I praised him and gave him a treat. Then I remembered the lead rope and halter that I had left next to the black bucket in the middle of the pasture.

"Stay here, buddy." I told the Paint as I jogged to the bucket. But I didn't need to worry because he dropped his head to graze.

Half an hour later, I had gotten Destiny and the paint together in the pasture. She kicked up a bit of a fuss though, but she seemed to have settled down already. I still had to do my barn chores so I set out to work.

Soon, I had finished and looked around with a satisfied smile. Then I walked up to breakfast.

"So Jessica what have you been doing up so early?" Amber asked as I sat down at the table.

"She must have seen me and I didn't see her." I thought. "Oh, well I found another horse in our pasture!" I said hoping like it happened every day.

Amber's spoon clattered to the ground. "What did you just say Jess?" She asked with her mouth open wide.

"Did you just say that there is another horse besides Destiny in the pasture?" Dad asked with the same reaction as Amber's.

"Yeah Dad, it's a paint gelding. I also already decided that I might be able to find his owner at school tomorrow." I said hoping that it sounded like a good idea.

"Yeah OK, but I want to see it straight after breakfast," Dad said.

"Him." I corrected. "But I also need to go to the feed store," I said trying to make an excuse.

"But I thought the hay man was coming today?" Amber said wanting to take part in the conversation.

"Yeah, that's right. But I need a few other things." I explained.

"OK, I can take you but I'm going to see this horse first," Dad said and the tone of his voice said that it was final.

"Okay," I mutter.

"So Dad, are you going to look a the paint?" I asked him as he entered the garage. "Oh, sure I forgot about that!"

We both walked down to the barn in silence. As we neared the fence, we saw the horses cantering around the pasture with their tails up high like flags of freedom, heads up high and a sparkle of excitement in their eyes.

"Wow." Dad breathed.

I sighed a sigh of relief. it was really good that the paint was making a good impression on him. It almost looked like they were cantering in slow motion.

"So Dad, can we please go to the feed store?" I asked after a few minutes of watching the horses.

"Sure, hop in the truck." Was the reply from my awestruck Dad...

"I'll see you when you get home!" Dad said cheerily as I loaded the pellets up in the truck.

"OK, thanks Dad!" I shouted above the roar of the engine of our cattle truck. I mounted my bike and we rode off in different directions. I was off to my job.

The only two reasons why I had gotten the job as a mucker was:

1. to be around horses, and
2. to earn money to keep Destiny in feed.

I rode up the driveway that led to the Collin's stables. But I knew that Lissara Collin would be there to tease me...

Part Three: Like a Fox

"What are you doing here?" Lissara frowned at me as I walked out of the posh tack room at the 'Collin's Stables'. She always reminded me of a fox with her red hair and green eyes.

"What do you think? I'm here to muck out stalls?" I snapped as I picked up the pitchfork and dumped it in the wheelbarrow.

"But you were meant to come at 6am not nine." Lissara challenged me. But I was ready for it.

"Your brother told me to come at nine," I said through gritted teeth. I wished that she would go away. I started on the first stall. Lucky for me, Lissara got bored of me and went to see a friend.

"Lissara would probably be in a few of my classes when I started school here," I thought as I shoveled some more manure.

It took me about 1 1/2 hours to clean all the stalls. But I didn't mind that much because I got paid for it.

Suddenly, I remembered that I had to go to the stable office to see Mr. Collin as I would only be able to muck out stalls in the afternoon after school.

"Good morning, Mr. Collin." I said in my best job voice as I entered the stable office.

"Hello Jessica, how may I help you?" Mr. Collin's voice came from behind the desk.

"Um, I came to ask If I could only work in the afternoons?" I said as I took a step forward.

Mr. Collin's head looked at me over the top of the desk.

"But I will still do all the stalls," I assured him.

Mr. Collin frowned, "OK, then. But you must be here 3:30 sharp," he said in a strict tone. "Every after noon on weekdays, like it's always been," he added.

"Thank you very much! That will fit into my schedule perfectly!" I smiled.

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Feb 24, 2017
by: AHorseLovingGirl

This is soo good hoofbeats! I love love love it! Have you ever thought of publishing it online to a website like Wattpad? I bet you would get so many views and comments if you did! :D

Feb 16, 2017
Part 5: You never know
by: hoofbeats

"Jessica, Dad is going to drive us to school!" Amber yelled from the kitchen.

I was in Amber's and my room. Well, we shared one but it was divided into two parts by a long shelf. My room was overflowing with horse magazines and the pictures on my walls were cut out of horse catalogues or calendars.

Amber's room was the total opposite. Hers was so neat and everything in it matched color-wise. But I liked looking at the horse photos on my wall in the evening or when the early rays of sunlight flooded my room.

I grabbed my backpack and dashed out of the house. I jumped into the truck and slammed the door. Amber and Dad were talking about dogs. She loves dogs maybe as much as I love horses. Apparently she was thinking of getting one or two.

But before I knew it, Dad was saying, "Have a great day! And I hope you find some new friends!"

"Yeah, well Dad could hope while I would go through all the trouble!" I muttered to myself. We had pulled up in the school car park. So we hopped out.

I didn't know where to go and where to start. So I made my way to my locker. The number was 62. My lucky number. Maybe it would turn out to be a good day after all.

Soon, I found my locker and that I had an English class up first. A few minutes later, the bell rang and I soon found my class and a desk.

Our teacher was a middle-sized woman with her hair tied back into a ponytail. She wore a brown suit with matching pants and shoes.

"Good morning everyone!" Miss Sargison started welcomingly. "First we will start with introductions."

I looked around. There were another five new people besides me including a blond-haired girl who sat next to me and I hadn't noticed.

Miss Sargison pointed to the girl next to me.

"My name is Charlotte. My birthday is on the 26th of March." She introduced herself confidently. Then it was my turn.

"Hi! My name is Jessica and my birthday is on the 1st of August." I said trying to sound confident.

"Good job!" That Charlotte girl whispered to me. I was astounded.

"Thanks!" I said.

Finally, the lesson came to an end. As I headed out the door Charlotte said, "I'll see you at lunch!" and then we went our ways.

I went through my morning classes astounded by what had happened to me. I kept on wondering: what did Charlotte want? Did she want a friend too?

Thanks so much for reading! Sorry that it took so long for me to post this! Comment to unlock part 6!
This story is part of my series called: The Hardy Girls!

Feb 03, 2017
by: hoofbeats

Thanks so much for all your support!

Jan 18, 2017
by: AHorseLovingGirl

You're such a talented writer!! I love this! Keep writing! :)

Jan 17, 2017
Part 4: Lost and Found
by: hoofbeats

*Beep, Beep, Bleep, Beep, Bleep*

I turned over in my bed to face my beeping clock. I pressed the 'snooze' button and looked at the time.


My sleepy brain started to switch on. I wondered how tired I had been to just set my alarm clock.

Even though I was a bit early, I still got changed into barn clothes but I would change before I went to school. I walked to the kitchen. Amber was already there and making an apple pie for breakfast.

"Good morning, Jessica." Amber greeted me.

"Morning, Amber." I replied.

"Jess, you're not going to wear THOSE clothes for school are you?" She asked in a horrified tone.

"No, of course not! I'm going to the barn." I snapped like I did when I was tired.

"Oh yeah, I'm sorry I forgot." She appologised.

After talking a bit more with Amber, I headed down to the barn. I checked the pasture to see if there were any runaway horses there. Luckily, there were none.

I flung the barn doors open, sunlight flooded everything around me.

Destiny nickered me a good morning. The Paint looked at me without fear, over his stall door.
And I was breathing deeply and taking in the scent of the fresh hay and the horses.

"This. Is. Awesome." I said to myself.

Suddenly, I felt so lucky to have a horse of my own and to see and smell this every morning.

"Good Morning, Destiny." I greeted my horse. She seemed a bit puzzled to see me this early, but still happy.

I started on my barn chores. Then, I gave Destiny a wash because when we were on our trail ride, we rode through small creeks, puddles and sometimes a bit of mud. Those were the results from the heavy rains from last week. So Destiny had muddy legs which I was not able to clean after our ride.

After Destiny's wash, I dried her and gave her a long groom then I headed up to breakfast.

"I'm so excited that we're going to start school here!" Amber exclaimed as I poured myself a glass of milk and sat down at the table. "What about you Jessica?" She asked turning to me.

"I'm not sure." I muttered.

Dad's head shot up from behind his newspaper.

"Jessica Hamilton, you will not talk like that!" Dad said in an stern tone and I knew I shouldn't talk back. "When you come home from school, I want to hear that you have at least one new friend," he continued.

"Yes, Dad." I said trying not to mutter. I was 99.9% sure that I would not have a new friend in ONE day, on the FIRST day of school. But still, God could lead me to a new friend and possibly the Paint's owner.

Dec 19, 2016
by: hoofbeats

Yay! Thanks so much!

Dec 18, 2016
to hoofbeats
by: AHorseLovingGirl

Why, OF COURSE I want part 4! (Love it!)

Dec 15, 2016
to: AHorseLovingGirl
by: hoofbeats

Thanks so much! I really wanted to write a story and thanks to yours, I was inspired to write this! Did you want part 4?

Dec 14, 2016
cool horse stories
by: hoofbeats

Hey horse friends! I just wanted to say that if you have written a story on this website, I would love to read it! Just tell me the title of your story.

Dec 14, 2016
by: AHorseLovingGirl

This is much better than my, "Horse Girl"! I didn't take much time on it since I was writing another story, so it's real nice to read someone else's for a change. :)

Dec 14, 2016
Runaway - Part 3 continued
by: hoofbeats

As I rode down our street to our house, I see that the hay man was already at the barn. So I peddled faster.

"Good morning, Jessica!" he greeted me.

"Morning Tom. Sorry, that I'm late," I greeted him and apologized.

Tom was a well-fed middle-aged man. man. What I really like about him was that no matter how cold or hot or whatever he was always in for a good laugh.

"Say where did ya get that Paint from?" Tom asked.

"Well, to be honest I found him in the pasture early this morning!" I told him.

"Really? Are you serious?" He asked in total surprise.

"Yeah, I was really surprised, too!" I laughed as I helped to unload the hay from the back of the ute.

"How do ya think you're gong to find his owner?" Tom asked not seeming to lose intrest.

"I thought about asking around in school." I said as Tom stepped into his ute.

"Sounds like a good idea to me!" Tom enthused. "Well, I'll see ya in a week or so!" He waved.

"See you soon!" I waved back.

"Hey, Destiny!" I greeted my horse as I leaned over the fence.

I climbed through the railing to give her a massage. The first one I did was by putting my three middle fingers on her forehead and running them upward and then I started again. "You love that girl don't you?" I asked her as she put pressure on my hand to show that she really enjoyed it. (This massage helps to prevent headaches.)

"So Destiny, I'm ready for a ride. What about you?" But I didn't even wait for an answer.

First, I lead her into the barn, fitted her bridle and since I was riding bare back, I grabbed a handful of mane and swung my leg over her back. Then I rode Destiny into our sand arena for a quick warm up.

After that, we headed out to the pasture and headed to the gate that lead to the trails.

I rode on trail for about an hour and when we got back I set up a few jumps. I LOVED the feeling of jumping. Bare back included.

"This is awesome!" I thought to myself as I finished a clear round of jumping.

When I did the high jumps, I could feel Destiny's muscles bulge with power under me.

Please comment if you want part 4! I really hope you will enjoy the rest which I'm still writing!

Dec 10, 2016
thanks so much!
by: hoofbeats

I will try to post part 3 next week! I'm really glad you all like my story!

Dec 09, 2016
Cool Story
by: hoofbeats10

This is a really cool story, it sounds kind of like Winnie the Horse Gentler.

Dec 08, 2016
by: Anonymous

Really good! God gave you a lot of talent.

Dec 05, 2016
thanks everyone!
by: hoofbeats

Thanks everyone!! I'm so glad you all like it! I really enjoyed writing it! And I am working on part 3!

Dec 05, 2016
thanks so much!
by: hoofbeats

Thanks so much AhorseLovingGirl! I am working on part 3 (it will be written in the comments)!

Dec 05, 2016
You're great
by: Sisco's Gal

Wow, I agree with AHorseLovingGirl, you DO sound like Winnie the Horse Gentler! Also I love your story.

Dec 01, 2016
by: AHorseLovingGirl

Hey hoofbeats!! This DOES remind me of Winnie the Horse Gentler and I love it! It is so good hoofbeats, you are so talented! I'm glad you posted the story you told me about! I need to read part three!

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