“Would you like to ride? We have
a pony named Ferdinand that would be just right for you, I think.”
Still no response.
“You came out here to ride,
didn’t you? Just a few times around the ring. If you don’t like it, you don’t
have to keep doing it. But you really ought to give it a try.”
“Who brought you out here?”
Callie asked. “Your mom? Your dad? Don’t you think they’d like to see you ride?
I’ll help you switch your hat for the special riding helmet and get you mounted
up. A nice lady named Connie will be controlling the horse, and I believe Jimmy
will be there to help the whole way to make sure nothing happens except that
you have a good time.” She reached toward his shoulder. “I really think you’d
“Don’t do that,” an urgent voice
said behind her.
The warning came too late. She
rested her hand on Tyler Harper’s shoulder.
And the little boy screamed,
twisted, and lashed out, swinging his right-hand crutch at Callie’s head.