The Ghostly Barn

GirlsHorseClub.com Blog Archive on October 24, 2010, 16:29


by Icehorse, age 13

CHAPTER 1

“Sara, slow down! You’re gonna run into the fence!” I hollered. My best friend, Sara Callahan, was running toward a rickety, old fence at a full gallop.

“Bree, you sound like my mom!” Sara called over her shoulder. But, she slowed her big-as-a-truck Friesian down to a trot.

Sara was so far ahead of me that I had to kick my mustang, Spirit, into a lope. “Why did you try to jump that fence? You ride Western, not English.” I asked.

“You know that I want to try jumping. Why does it matter if I try it while riding English


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