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"Come on now, girl. I could never love that redhead more than you." I stroke Starlight's sweaty neck and lean into the turn as we canter too close to the pond. I can smell pond scum and fish. "Okay. I admit Cleo's a looker. She's got spunk and spirit. But nobody's as sweet as you, Starlight. Besides, I've always been partial to Paints."
I've been riding blind for several minutes. Keeping my eyes shut isn't easy on horseback. I don't do it often. But when I need to feel connected with my blind horse, this helps. I can sink into Starlight and trust her the way she trusts me. We've both been over every inch of this pasture hundreds of times, so there aren't any surprises left in it to trip us up.
It's been over a week since I rode Starlight, and I can't remember when I've gone this long without our ride. But the redhead-a sorrel mare named Cleopatra-has taken up every minute of my after-school time. Yesterday was the first time the mare let me get close enough to brush her. Cleo's a gorgeous Danish Warmblood, over 16 hands high, with a well-set neck, perfect shoulders, a muscular back, and strong legs ... and so touchy it's almost impossible to imagine riding her.
We rescued Cleo from a circus a few weeks ago, at the end of October, no questions asked. But I have a million questions I'd like to ask that circus trainer, starting with what they did to the horse to make her so terrified of humans.
Starlight tosses her head, and I know instantly by the tightening I feel in her back that something's wrong. I open my eyes and ease her to a trot while I search the ground around us. No snakes. Nothing unusual I can make out.
Starlight snorts and prances in place.
Then I smell it. Smoke.
Please let it be leaves burning. But I know it's not. My dad's a fireman. I know fires.
I look back across the pasture, across two fields, and there it is, a feather of smoke rising like a thundercloud. I can't see our house. But the sky is red, like a sunset all in one spot.
Starlight lunges to a gallop before I have the sense to cue her. She's heading straight for home. I hunch low on her neck, urging her to fl y. My mind's spinning. Who's in the house? Is Kat there? Is she asleep? Would she smell the smoke? Hear the alarm? Is Wes inside? Dakota?
"Come on, girl," I whisper to Starlight. We're through one pasture and galloping across the second. Grass, leaves, trees, all blur by. The acrid stench is stronger now. My eyes burn.
Out of the gray fog of smoke comes a horse racing toward us. I can't see it well enough to make out its color or features. Someone's riding it. The long strides, the outstretched neck tell me the horse is Blackfire. And that means Dakota's riding him. They're flying straight at Starlight and me.
Neither of us slows as we get closer and closer to each other. Just as I'm about to pull up Starlight so we don't crash into Blackfire, Dakota pivots her horse 180 degrees. Blackfire rears, then drops and springs into a gallop beside us.
"Is everybody out of the house?" I yell over the pounding of hooves and the rush of wind. We're galloping side by side, neck and neck.
"Yes!" She shouts something else, but I can't hear it.
But she said yes. So they're out. They're safe. We can handle anything else.
"... horses, Hank!" Dakota shouts. And again, I can't understand what she's saying.
"What?" I yell, still galloping full speed.
"Not the house!" she screams. "The barn!"
I look toward the barn, and I can see for myself now. Smoke is billowing from the barn, not the house. Flames shoot up like fingers of fire.
"The horses?" I cry. "Dakota, are the horses out?" Three. Three were in the barn. Maggie and Bay Boy, the two rescues we're having trouble placing. And Cleo. I should have turned them out to pasture. But I was so anxious to ride Starlight. I left them in the barn until after my ride.
"Maggie and Bay Boy are out. Popeye and I got them," Dakota shouts.
"Cleo?" I demand. My throat closes on the word. I can't breathe. "What about Cleo?"
Dakota shakes her head. "Hank ..." She's crying. Galloping. And crying.
"What about Cleo?" I scream.
Dakota moves in so close that Blackfire bumps my leg. "Cleo's still in the barn!"
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Posted August 31, 2011
Dark Horse, the fourth and final book in Dandi Daley Mackall's Starlight Animal Rescue series, tells the story of Hank, the Coolidge's biological son. Hank loves all things horses, and is constantly rescuing as many as he can get his hands on. But when a tragic fire burns down their barn, Hank begins to question everything, even his ability to rescue horses; especially when one of their new rescues, a wild horse that got burned in the fire, won't let him get anywhere close. So when his cousin Catman Coolidge shows up with the rest of the Coolidge clan, and Winnie the Horse Gentler, to help save Starlight Animal Rescue, will Hank be able to put all of his anger and confusion behind him and put his trust in God that everything will work out?
I have to admit that I am incredibly sad to see this series end. I highly, highly enjoyed it. This series was my first experience reading any of Mackall's books, and I have got to say that she has made a fan out of me. I've always loved horse books, and I absolutely loved the different aspect that she included of animals being rescued. Not only that, but these books had some of the most loveable characters I've ever come across in teen fiction. So if you have an animal loving reader, I would highly recommend this series.
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Posted April 14, 2013
Awesome book I love it soooo much.
You're missing out if you don't read it!!!!:)))
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Awesome! Dandi made horses one of favorite animals. Great book too. I love Starlight Animal Rescue and Winnie the Horse Gentler series. I hope you love it too
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A roomy cave-ish area. Soft small nest are made neatly in one area. Big nnests are for wounded or Mother cats. There is a wall covered with neat shelves, full of herbs. The smell is very warm and welcoming to amy cat
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