Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99339 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 397(@250wpm)___ 331(@300wpm)
Next came a willow tree with sweeping branches that she had to guide Painter through blind. It was an exercise in trust and Painter came through brilliantly.
She didn’t pause to celebrate though because even though she only looked over her shoulder a couple times and only glimpsed Bethany once, she knew Bethany would be pulling out all the stops to beat her.
She and Painter had to be perfect.
They had to be nearing the end of the trail. They’d been through nine or ten obstacles already. Calla had lost count. She’d just finished with the gate obstacle and her entire focus was on finishing strong.
The next obstacle was a rocky embankment that led down to a stream. Calla led Painter down slowly, letting her get a secure foothold with each step. By the time she was at the bottom, she heard voices behind her and rocks tumbling as other riders made it there.
Crap. She knew she’d lost time on the gate. On the stupidest thing, too. She’d had to fiddle with the damn latch because it wouldn’t catch the first few times she tried it.
Calla urged Painter into the little stream at the bottom of the embankment. Her impulse was to rush but she tamped it down. Painter’s safety was always primary. While the first part of the stream was shallow enough that she could clearly see the bottom, white water rushed on the far side.
It probably wasn’t deep. They wouldn’t make it too risky for a competition like this, but still. There weren’t any streams around the Kent ranch and this was one thing she hadn’t been able to train Painter for directly.
But when she gave Painter her head, she strode into the water confidently. About five feet in, it went from ankle deep to about a foot and a half, but Painter didn’t even falter.
“All right, girl. Now for a little deeper.” Calla leaned back in the saddle as Painter took a step into the deeper white water. Her hoof slipped and she scrambled, letting out a short squeal.
“That’s all right,” Calla said calmly, letting Painter come to a stop so she could feel sure-footed. Calla reached forward and rubbed her neck. “You’re all right. You’re all right.” Then she clicked her teeth and kept her thighs firm around Painter to keep her going forward. “Just a little bit more and we’re done.”
She knew her staying calm and keeping on would help Painter do the same and they were closer to the far shore than the one behind them.
The clatter of rocks and voices got even louder behind Calla, followed by splashes, but she didn’t look back.
Painter took an uncertain step forward. “That’s right, girl. You’re doing so good. Such a smart, good girl.”
Calla kept talking her through it and only moments later, they’d made it to the shore.
Clapping sounded in the distance and when Calla looked ahead, she realized the end of the trail was just ahead. They’d made it. She grinned as she nudged Painter up the muddy embankment, about to urge her into a trot toward the finish line when—
A roaring horse scream from behind her had her whipping around to see what happened.
Torpedo. He was reared up on his hind legs and—
“Mack!” she screamed. Mack struggled for a moment to keep his seat on Torpedo but the horse was too spooked. Both horse and rider fell backwards into the water.
“Mack!” Calla dismounted and ran back into the water.
Torpedo rolled to his side and got back to his feet but Mack was still down. Bethany and her horse ran by at the same time.
“Mack!” Calla screamed again, slogging through the knee-high water to get to him. Oh God, if anything had—
She reached him at the same time he sat up, sputtering and spitting water.
“Oh my God. Mack.” She flung her arms around him. She was immediately soaked but she didn’t care. He could be hurt. Oh God. She yanked back and looked at him. “Are you okay? Oh God. Does anything hurt? Can you feel your toes? Follow my finger with your eyes.”
She raised her forefinger and moved it back and forth in front of his face.
He grabbed her hand and pulled it out of his face. “I’m fine.”
Then he winced. Obviously not freaking fine.
“Is he okay?” Calla looked up to see Bethany on her horse, standing in the rapids and looking back at them. Since when was Bethany human?
“I’m fine,” Mack muttered, hefting himself to his feet. Water sluiced down from his body but thank God, he didn’t seem to have broken anything.
“What happened?”
“Is he okay?”
More and more riders were arriving and seeing Mack unhorsed. Several of the judges had come to the edge of the stream as well.
Out of her periphery, Calla noticed Bethany take off. In the direction of the finish line. Calla rolled her eyes. So much for human.