so much blood! He scrambled to his feet and ran on. So much blood! He had to get the sight of it out of his mind.
TEN WHOLE DAYS!
Alberta Simms wiggled her toes and shivered with pleasure. She and her sister were staying at Saddle Creek Farm with their Aunt Hannah for ten whole days while their mother and Stuart were on their honeymoon. The girls had returned to the farm on Saturday night, after the wedding, and Alberta was already loving every minute of it.
Everybody called her Bird. Her long, dark hair was lightly brushed and needed a trim. She had tawny skin and sparkling, somewhat mischievous, deep brown eyes. Her graceful, slight limbs gave her a younger appearance than some other girls of fourteen, as did her ripped denim shorts and old white tee. But Bird didn’t care. It was the perfect outfit for a day on the farm.
Ten. Whole. Days. Bird could think of nothing better in the world as she sat on the top step of the kitchen stoop, taking in every detail. Sunday’s persistent drizzle had greened up the fields. On this perfect Monday, late in June, the sky was pure blue and songbirds chirped madly. Bird took a deep lungful of sweet air and stretched like a cat.
As she waited for her Aunt Hannah—they had to get groceries, then pick up Julia from a friend’s house in Inglewood— her eyes absorbed the peaceful scene across the driveway. Two horses grazed in the front field, sleek and shiny in their summer coats. Charlemagne, Charlie for short, was jet black with a white blaze and four white socks. Sundancer was a tall, coppery chestnut.
The chestnut’s head shot up. What’re you looking at?
You, you handsome son of a gun.
Can’t blame you for that.
Sunny, you never change.
Bird smiled broadly at the horse’s enormous ego. Last summer, against all odds, she and Sundancer had won the trophy at the Haverford Fair. It had been a total upset. Sunny’s clean, careful jumping skills and quick turns had rendered the competition speechless. And out of luck.
Sundancer was a champion jumper; there was no question about that. More importantly, though, he was her best friend.
Bird picked absently at a scab on her calf as she waited; a mosquito bite gone bad. Aunt Hannah could take her time. She’d happily sit here all day long.
Life hadn’t always been this good. Her mother, Eva, had gone from job to job and man to man, and Bird had never known her father. He was a rodeo star whom Eva had met at the Calgary Stampede, and he’d left town long before Bird was born. She had been named Alberta after the province.
Bird knew she’d been a difficult child. At first everything had seemed fine, but that all changed when Bird was six. That’s when she’d stopped talking. The doctors called it Elective Mutism, but for Bird it just meant that she couldn’t get the words out of her mouth.Soon enough, she’d stopped trying—at least with humans. Animals, on the other hand, were no problem. Bird had always had an exceptional ability to communicate with them.
Eva probably would’ve had trouble coping with a perfectly “normal” child, but there was no way she could handle a girl who refused to talk. In desperation, she’d sent Bird off to Saddle Creek Farm to live with her Aunt Hannah. It was a good decision for the entire family. Bird found what she needed to start speaking again. Eva found Stuart Gilmore, the local school principal, and fell in love.
Bird licked her finger and wiped the blood from her leg where she’d dislocated the scab. Rays of light shone through the leaves, glistening on Sundancer’s sleek, coppery coat. She breathed in deeply and sighed with pleasure.
The screen door opened suddenly. Hannah appeared, followed by a young dog. Bird glanced up at her aunt—a tall, slim, middle-aged woman in jeans, a mint green blouse and flip-flops.
“What are you waiting for, Bird? Let’s go!”
Bird jumped up. “Sorry to keep you waiting!” she shot back.
“I know, I know. But the phone rang again just as I was almost out the door.” Hannah walked briskly to the white Ford truck. “It was Paul. Vaccinations, worming, papers, entry forms for the show ... you know!”
Bird followed at a more leisurely pace. She opened the rear door of the truck and motioned to Lucky. “Get in, boy,” she said aloud, catching her aunt’s pleased glance. Hannah still worried that Bird communicated too much with animals and too little with people, even though she’d been speaking aloud for a year.
Bird silently asked Lucky to bark. Speak dog-talk, Lucky.
“Arf arf arf arf!” he obeyed cheerfully.
Good boy! “He told me we’re out of dog food,” Bird said.
“Remind me to smack you about the ears.” Hannah shook her head and chuckled as she stepped up behind the wheel and started the engine. “Have you got the list?”
Bird waved a yellow sheet of paper in the air and jumped in. As they started down the lane, the impatiens and bluebells in the farmhouse gardens caught Bird’s eye through the truck window. Vibrant reds and purples and blues. Hannah sure loved colour.
Sundancer looked up as the truck moved past. Where are you going?
To the store. Let’s go for a ride when I get back.
Maybe. It’s kinda hot and the grass is delicious.
We have to practice.
Practice, shmactice. I can do those baby jumps with my eyes closed.
But I can’t.
You’re such a perfectionist.
See you in an hour. Get your saddle on and wait by the mounting block.
Ha ha ha.
Bird laughed with him, ignoring Hannah’s questioning look.
“I saw Cody this morning,” said Hannah. “Somehow he knows you’re back at Saddle Creek.”
Bird smiled. The small coyote was very clever. Of course he’d known that she was back. He knew everything.
“I’m so glad you and Julia are around for a while,” continued Hannah as they drove down the hill, past the badlands and over the railway tracks. “Like the old days! But the time will go by fast. Your mother and Stuart will be back before we know it.”
Bird didn’t want to think about it.
“Is there anything you especially want to do while you’re here?”
Bird shook her head and grinned. “Just ride and ride and ride. And go to horse shows.”
Hannah smiled broadly. “A girl after my own heart. But you’ve got a lot of catching up to do if you want to take Sunny this Friday.” Bird nodded. “I’ll start as soon as we’re back from the store.”
She could hardly wait to get riding again. Since Bird’s speech had
