Gift Horse [NOOK Book]

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Twelve-year-old Winnie Willis has a way with horses. Along with her dad and sister, Lizzy, Winnie is learning how to live without her mom—who was also a natural horse gentler. As Winnie teaches her horses about unconditional love and blind trust, God shows Winnie that he can be trusted as well. Readers will be hooked on the series' vivid characters, whose quirky personalities fill Winnie's life with friendship and adventure.

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Overview

Twelve-year-old Winnie Willis has a way with horses. Along with her dad and sister, Lizzy, Winnie is learning how to live without her mom—who was also a natural horse gentler. As Winnie teaches her horses about unconditional love and blind trust, God shows Winnie that he can be trusted as well. Readers will be hooked on the series' vivid characters, whose quirky personalities fill Winnie's life with friendship and adventure.

Gift Horse: When a mysterious horse, soon discovered to be sick and with foal, appears in Winnie's pasture, she's suddenly faced with life and death. Just as Christmas arrives, Winnie learns an unforgettable lesson about sacrificial love and God's Christmas gift to the world.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781414364261
  • Publisher: Tyndale House Publishers
  • Publication date: 5/27/2011
  • Series: Winnie the Horse Gentler , #6
  • Sold by: Barnes & Noble
  • Format: eBook
  • Sales rank: 121,092
  • Age range: 8 - 12 Years
  • File size: 2 MB

Meet the Author

Dandi Mackall

Dandi Daley Mackall is the author of numerous books for children, including Larger-Than- Life Lara. She lives in West Salem, Ohio, with her husband and their three children.

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Gift Horse


By Dandi Daley Mackall

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.

Copyright © 2003 Dandi Daley Mackall
All right reserved.

ISBN: 0842355472


Chapter One

I watched as my buddy Hawk, a.k.a. Victoria Hawkins to her popular friends, led Towaco, her Appaloosa, out of my barn. Frost puffed from his nostrils. Snow dusted Hawk's dad's new trailer.

"Load him up!" Mr. Hawkins called.

I wanted to grab Hawk and Towaco and gallop out of there at Thoroughbred speed.

Near the trailer my dad and his friend and fellow inventor, Madeline Edison, watched. Actually, they were watching Madeline's seven-year-old son watching the Appaloosa. Mason has a condition that makes him unplug the world sometimes and tune everybody out. But he'd bonded with Towaco when I'd given him riding lessons and a special kind of horse therapy. Madeline wanted him to see the Appy off.

Mr. Hawkins, in dress pants and a gray overcoat, was keeping his distance from horsehair. Hawk's parents were in the middle of a divorce, and her dad was moving to Florida. Hawk said he'd taken a partnership in a law office, where he'd be defending murderers and robbers. She got to miss the next week and a half of school to go with him to see his new place. Plus, her dad had entered Towaco in a Florida horse show.

"I will be back before New Year's," Hawk promised as we reached the trailer. "Do not look so sad."

I tried to grin back at her. True,I'd miss Hawk. It had taken us months to become good friends. But that wasn't what had my stomach knotted like a hobbled stallion. I watched the snowflakes layer white on Hawk's long, dark hair. Tiny drifts pressed against the trailer tires.

"Mr. Hawkins?" My voice, which always sounds gravelly, cracked. "Maybe you should wait until the snowstorm's over."

He laughed. His perfect haircut didn't budge in the wind. "This is hardly a snowstorm, Winifred. At any rate, we'll drive out of it."

"But the roads. They'll be slick. And with the trailer-" I started.

Dad stopped me. "They'll be all right, Winnie." His eyes looked sad, and I knew he knew.

I was remembering a blizzard in Wyoming two years ago, the day Mom and I had gone out in it to see a horse. My mind flashed a picture of the instant after our car spun on the ice and out of control. I have a photographic memory-not a good memory, but one that stores pictures in my brain and spits them out, even when I don't want to see them. And I didn't want to see this one-my mom's hand limp over the steering wheel, her head against the window....

Nickers, my white Arabian, whinnied from the paddock. She pranced along the fence, looking gorgeous, as white as the snow falling around her. Sometimes I think she knows exactly what I'm thinking and exactly what I need.

"Nickers doesn't want you to go either, Hawk," I said, pretending that's all there was to it. "She'll miss Towaco."

Towaco had been my first "problem horse" when I set up business as Winnie the Horse Gentler in Ashland, Ohio. I'm only in seventh grade, but I learned from the best, my mom. She gentled horses instead of breaking them. And now people pay me to do the same thing.

"Towaco!" Mason let out the name like a cry from his soul. It hurt to hear it. Pulling away from his mom, he ran up to the Appy. His stocking cap flew off, and wisps of angel-blond hair blew across his forehead. Green mittens reached up for Towaco's neck.

Hawk lifted him so he could hug her horse. Mason's lighter than a sack of feed. "Towaco is coming back, Mason," Hawk promised. "Maybe he will bring you back a blue ribbon from the Florida horse show. Wouldn't that be nice?"

Mason's little shoulders shook when Hawk set him down. "Don't go, Towaco," he whispered.

Towaco nuzzled Mason's hair. Mason hardly talked at all around us until he and Towaco got so close.

"They'll be back, Mason," I said, kneeling beside him.

But he didn't seem to hear me. He stared, unblinking, at a spot on Towaco's shoulder. He'd already gone away in his mind.

Madeline walked up and put her hands on Mason's shoulders. "Come on, honey," she coaxed, drawing him away from the Appy.

"Hey, tiger!" Dad shouted, his voice fake-cheery. "What say we go for ice cream?"

Mason's gaze stayed locked on Towaco.

Madeline turned to Dad. "I just hate this! Maybe it was a mistake to let Mason get so attached to that horse in the first place. It's too hard on him to say good-bye."

"They're coming back, Madeline," Dad reasoned.

"He doesn't understand that, Jack!" she snapped.

I don't like to hear her say "Jack." She's the only one who calls him that. While I was becoming Winnie the Horse Gentler, my dad was changing from the Wyoming Mr. Jack Willis, insurance boss, into Odd-Job Willis, Ashland's handyman. I'd rather hear Madeline call Dad "Odd-Job" than "Jack." Mom called him Jack.

Towaco followed Hawk into the large, padded trailer.

"Don't forget to stop and let him walk around," I pleaded as Hawk walked back down the ramp. We shoved the tailgate shut. "And don't let your dad drive fast."

Hawk grinned at me and pulled from her pocket a small box wrapped in fancy Christmas paper. "Don't open it until Christmas."

"Thanks, Hawk." I wished I'd done my shopping earlier. But at least this year, for the first time in my 12 and a half years, I had my own Christmas money. I'd managed to save from the fees I'd gotten for training horses and boarding Towaco. "You'll get yours as soon as you get back, okay?" I said as I watched Hawk get into the car with her dad.

Dad, Madeline, and I waved as the black trailer bounced away and disappeared around the corner. Only Mason stood stone still, not waving, staring as if he could still see the spots on Towaco's back.

"Want to come with us to get something to eat, Winnie?" Dad asked as Madeline herded Mason toward their van. "We're picking up Lizzy from Geri's house." Lizzy is my "little" sister, a year younger than me, but two inches taller. She also got the great hair and skipped the freckles. Life is so unfair.

"Yes, come with us," Madeline agreed, still pushing Mason toward the van.

I didn't like doing family-like stuff with Madeline. She's tall and too skinny and nowhere near as pretty as Mom was, but she's okay. It's just that I don't think I'll ever get used to Dad having a friend who's a girl.

Note to self: not a girlfriend.

"No thanks," I finally answered. "I've got to get to the pet store."

I walked from our house at the edge of town through snow flurries to Pat's Pets in town. Passing by houses with Christmas lights and manger scenes, I saw baby Jesuses everywhere. I did a mental checklist of Christmas gifts I wanted to buy. It helped keep my mind off Hawk and the trailer and the snow.

Ashland doesn't have a lot of stores, and I refuse to buy things from A-Mart, which is owned by the Spidells. They own half of the businesses in town, including Stable-Mart, a fancy stable where horses are held prisoners in their stalls with almost no turnout time. What I needed to do was shop around on the Internet.

Stepping into Pat's Pets felt like changing seasons. Dogs yapped in the back, birds squawked, and the whole store smelled like spring. I hung my damp jacket on the coatrack and shook snow out of my hair. "Pat?"

"Like, hi." Catman Coolidge didn't look up from the computer. He was speed-typing, using only his thumbs and pinkies. Catman and I help man the Pet Help Line, answering e-mails people write in about their pets. He takes the cat questions. I handle the horse questions. And Eddy Barker answers questions about dogs.

"Hey, Catman!" I watched over his shoulder while he answered his last e-mail. I wondered if the people writing him had any idea what he looks like. Catman is a throwback to the 60s or 70s when people used to dress funny and protest war. He has long, wavy, blond hair and eyes as blue as a Siamese cat's. He's probably the only eighth-grader in the world who still wears tie-dyed shirts, striped bell-bottoms, and flip-flops, even in the winter.

Someone had written in:

Dear Catman,

My cat doesn't understand a word I say, and I can't understand her meows. Can you give me a quick course in cat talk?

-LonelyCat

I watched Catman's fingers fly over the keys as he answered:

Be cool, LonelyCat!

If your cat's meowing, she's talking to you! Cats meow at humans. They hiss, purr, and growl at other cats. High-pitched sounds mean "Hi." Low-pitched "ow" means "Watch out, man! Don't mess with me." Keep your voice high. Cats dig about 50 human words. That's plenty.

-The Catman

Catman logged off. "M wants to know if Hawk and Towaco split." He nodded to the corner of the store, where his buddy sat cross-legged, typing away on a laptop. As usual, M wore black from head to toe.

I hadn't heard M say anything, but I answered him anyway. "Hey, M! They just left."

I think he raised an eyebrow, which is talkative for M. As far as I know, nobody has any idea what the M stands for. He never says much, except for once in a school debate when he blew us away by speaking like a professor.

I caught a glimpse of a brown curl popping over the counter in the middle of the store. "Pat?"

Pat Haven stood up to her full five-foot height. "Winnie! I didn't see you! Reckon I'm getting blind as a bat! No offense." Pat always excuses herself to the animals in her expressions. "Hawk get off okay?"

I nodded. I'd been trying to put Hawk and Towaco and their snowy trailer ride out of my mind. These questions about her weren't helping. "Mind if I use the computer for a little Christmas shopping?"

"Chill, Horse Gentler," Catman said flatly. "You got mail."

I sighed. "Guess I can shop after the horse e-mails." Usually I cant wait to answer the horse questions. I love my job at the pet store. But today I wanted to order Christmas gifts. I only had two and half weeks until Christmas, so I was already cutting it close.

Catman turned the computer over to me, and I logged on. It looked like Barker had already answered the dog mail. I started working my way through the horse questions.

Dear Winnie,

My horse's feet stink! Is there such a thing as horse-foot deodorant for him?

-PonyGal

Dear PonyGal,

Stinky hooves are serious. Your horse might have thrush, an infection that makes the hoof break down and fall apart. Is your horse's stall too wet or dirty? Move him to clean, dry ground. Keep the lines of the frog clean (the grooves that make a V on the bottom of the foot). If the hoof looks black or has runny stuff inside, call your vet!

-Winnie

I had just finished answering the last horse e-mail and was about to run a search on invention magazines for my dad's Christmas gift when the ding went off. Another e-mail. I thought about leaving it for next time. Then I imagined a horse in trouble. I clicked on New Mail.

To Winnie the Horse Gentler: There's an old horse who looks kinda sick. And I know the mean owner won't give a lick. So now he's ready to sell it for glue. You better write quickly and tell me what to do.

-Topsy-Turvy-Double-U

My first reaction was to jump through the screen and save that horse. Then I read the rhyming note again. Chances were, it was a hoax. Somebody like Summer Spidell and her crowd could have been playing a practical joke. Still, I couldn't risk letting it go unanswered.

Dear Topsy-Turvy,

Do whatever you can to buy that horse. If you can't keep it, give it away to somebody who can.

-Winnie the Horse Gentler

I tried to get my mind back on shopping. The e-mail probably wasn't real, and I really did want to get into the Christmas spirit.

Right away I found the perfect gift for Dad-a one-year subscription to Gizmo Magazine. He'd brought back a sample copy from the Invention Convention in Chicago, where he'd met Madeline. Dad had read that magazine so much, pages were scattered all over our house.

I'd already asked Pat to order a special terrarium for Lizzy. I'd never have enough money to get her the iguana too. But the terrarium was the expensive part. And my sister, who loves lizards and all reptiles, would want to pick out her own iguana anyway.

That left Pat. I did a search on cowboy hats and found one store with over 4,000 of them.

"Catman, do you think Pat would like this?" I glanced where M had been sitting. He was gone, and so was Catman.

Shrugging, I bookmarked my favorite hat. Pat would love it in red.

I bounced around the Internet, trying to get ideas for Barker and Catman and Hawk. Nothing seemed right.

"You still at it?" Pat asked. I hadn't heard her walk up.

"Pat, did Lizzy's terrarium come yet?"

She shook her head, sending a stray curl across her forehead. She blew it back up. "That iguana company's slow as snails, no offense."

The store, which had been full of customers when I'd walked in, was almost empty now. "What time is it?"

"Almost two."

"You're kidding!" I started to get up when the mail alert sounded again.

"You can leave that till tomorrow if you want, Winnie," Pat suggested, heading to the door to meet a customer.

But I couldn't leave the note. I'd wonder all night if I'd left a horse in distress. I clicked on the e-mail and read the subject heading: EMERGENCY!

I stared at the capital letters until they blurred, until I could force myself to read the message:

Go home! Now! Run! Run straight to your pasture! NOW!

I stood up so fast the computer chair flipped over. My knees felt weak. An emergency? In my pasture?

Nickers!

(Continues...)



Excerpted from Gift Horse by Dandi Daley Mackall Copyright © 2003 by Dandi Daley Mackall
Excerpted by permission. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 23, 2003

    AWESOME

    This book was awesome. I think people who have lost someone they love can really relate to Winnie. I know I could.

    5 out of 6 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 26, 2010

    I Also Recommend:

    Awesome!! :)

    This book was great!! I just finished reading it for the 2nd time. I love this whole series!!

    3 out of 5 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2013

    Jaytiger

    Wolfsun!" The new warrior padded in with a squirrel in his jaws. He set it down at her paws. "How are you feeling?" He asked.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2013

    Angelkit

    Gtgtb bbt

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 5, 2013

    The best book ever

    This book is about winnie finds a horse in her field it is straved it is going to have a colt will the horse die and the colt?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2012

    Fallowfern

    Minor battle or so to say. I think Tigerkit is more than ready to become apprenticed. Shes got talent. You too Maplekit. I would have died.

    1 out of 4 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 1, 2012

    F

    Fawnstep rushes over to Lionheart's body and sinks her nose into his fur. She sgudders and presses on, she mews quietly, "No cat should die this way, by there own clanmates." She finish, thinking all cats have a bit of hope and happiness in them. She sods softly by Lionheart's dead body, she sinks down and lays by him, her breath came in short gasps.
    ~Fawnstep

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  • Posted July 5, 2011

    Epic - A must read

    Gift horse is Epic! One of my favorite books by Dandi Daley Mackall. A total must read.

    1 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 31, 2014

    Anna

    This is the beast

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 2, 2013

    Series is the best i'd rate it infinity if I could! <3

    Great wish it didn't have to end! #1

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 12, 2013

    Fawmstep

    WE MOVED TO: horse grass, first result!
    ~Fawnstep

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2013

    Maplejay got locked out

    Poor maplejay.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2013

    Wolfsun to willow

    Ignoring who she says as all three kits climb all over her. Sorry i wasnt on really busy.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2013

    Servaljump

    Follows him closely

    0 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 28, 2013

    Cedar

    Gtgtb

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 29, 2013

    Velvetstar o ALL

    Everybody move to Horse Hair results. Im not going to repost the description, its the same as here since we really didnt get to be heres. See yall ther

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2013

    Best book

    This is an AWESOME book. I read it in one sitting and couldn't put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 14, 2013

    If you like or love this book...

    Then read backyard horse or starlight series

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 15, 2012

    Yeeaaahh right

    Ok spiritwhisper (by the way thats not your name)
    I don't beleive you lier lier pantsaon fire you stick you fingers.in your nose now who likes you

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