Breaking Free

Breaking Free

by Lauraine Snelling


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Bestselling author Lauraine Snelling crafts a poignant story of hope and restoration for a newly paroled mother rebuilding her life after the loss of her son. Maggie Roberts is starting over again after her reckless driving led to a 10-year prison sentence and the devastating loss of her son. Having learned to repurpose retired thoroughbred racehorses through an inmate training program, Maggie finds a way to rebuild her life. But it's not until she meets single father Gil Winters and his wheelchair-bound son, Edward, that she finds her calling. In helping Edward with his therapy using horses, Maggie finds herself coming to life again. But when a shadow from the past returns, Maggie is forced to choose between her newfound freedom and getting Edward the life-saving help he needs.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780446582087
Publisher: FaithWords
Publication date: 08/21/2007
Pages: 304
Sales rank: 837,929
Product dimensions: 5.25(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.75(d)

About the Author

Lauraine Snelling has been writing since 1980, with over 65 books published, both fiction and non-fiction, historical and contemporary, for adults and young readers. Her books consistently appear on CBA bestseller lists, and have been translated into Norwegian, Danish, and German. A hallmark of her style is writing about real issues within a compelling story. Lauraine and her husband, Wayne, have two grown sons, and live in the Tehachapi Mountains with a watchdog Bassett named Chewy. Visit her Web site at

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Breaking Free

A Novel
By Lauraine Snelling


Copyright © 2007 Lauraine Snelling
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-0-446-58208-7

Chapter One

Maggie recognized menace as it slid over DC's face right before the female tank, shielded by her groupies, slammed her against the chain-link fence. "Too late to run, Miss Prissy White Girl. I been waitin' for you."

Trying to swallow with the woman's forearm pressing against her throat, Maggie clutched at the woman's arm. Someone, guard, please. Already spots floated before her eyes. Air, I need air.

"That's enough." Maggie heard the words from a distance, and air, blessed air returned to her lungs as DC lurched backward, propelled by a black hand sunk into her shoulder.

"Beat it." Kool Kat hissed as she slid in front of Maggie. Both women smiled and kept their voices low so as not to attract the attention of the correctional officers, who were safe in their bulletproof shelter by the fence. She turned to Maggie. "Keep walkin' like nothin' wrong."

Maggie kept from staggering and resumed her walk, fear flailing her shoulders like a crazed jockey.

After the big black woman sauntered back to the exercise yard population, Maggie rubbed her throat. Four months until her review by the parole board and she'd almost not lived to see it. She tried to breathe evenly to calm the deep trembles. Sevenyears of keeping her head down, three of them here at Los Lomas and she'd only this once had any trouble. She'd been afraid at her sentencing, afraid of being alone with her memories, afraid with the terror of a normal woman-as she used to see herself-in an abnormal environment. But now, with DC having marked her, she knew real fear.

"Roberts, I've got something for you." Ms. Donelli, head of the occupational programs, beckoned from The Bubble where the correctional officers stayed, watching the prisoners in the concrete exercise yard. DC had made sure none of the COs had seen her little activity. There was always a way not to be seen. Until a few moments ago, Maggie thought she knew most of them.

She trotted over to the gate, managing a wave at the correctional officer who checked her name off the roster as she passed through the gate.

"What's up?" Maggie asked, voice still raspy from the attack. At five-five she felt like a dachshund next to a Great Dane. Elegant was the word for Ms. Donelli, a word and concept Maggie had left behind with her entry into the penal system. They entered the three-story, cut-stone building that housed A wing and climbed two flights of concrete stairs. Even with freshly painted green walls, the bars on the windows screamed prison.

"A new program. You're a fit. Parole in four months instead of release in a year and a half." Ms. Donelli smiled down at Maggie and nodded at another inmate they met.

Smiles were a precious commodity in Maggie's life so she horded this one, just like she had done since the accident that sent her here.

"Your record's good," Ms. Donelli continued. The officer of the day sat at the front desk and greeted them both as they turned down the hall to the offices.

Which meant she'd stayed out of trouble with both inmates and staff. Until today. How fast would the grapevine travel and this carrot be removed?

"And I heard you like horses."

"I did ... as a kid."

Donelli ushered Maggie into her private office and motioned to sit beside her on a love seat that, like the other furnishings in the room, had seen better days. Donelli lived by the rule she touted. The budget was better spent on helping inmates than decorating offices. "An organization called The Thoroughbred Retirement Foundation has contracted with us to rehabilitate horses that can no longer race for one reason or another. The program pioneered in New York, but we will be the first one in a women's prison. If you agree to do this, you will care for the horses along with taking classes in stable management."

"So are you saying this will be a paid job, like working on the beef ranch?"

"Yes, they'll actually be appropriating the unused barns at the beef ranch. Are you interested?"

Pictures of the horses she'd cared for at the riding stable in her teens flashed through her mind. Dusty with the loose lower lip who loved lemon drops; Jefferson who nosed her pockets for carrots; old Silver who acted like he was going to kick the daylights out of you but once you laid a hand on his rump, nickered a soft hello. Did she want to work with horses again-did dogs bark? A tiny sliver of-what? excitement?-shivered down her spine.

"Yes, please." She brushed a straw-like hank of hair from her eyes. It needed trimming with her nail scissors again. She'd realized that anyone who had known her as the wife of a rising executive and stay-at-home mom wouldn't recognize her now. Back then, she'd known she was attractive with sun streaked brown hair and laughing blue eyes. Her husband Dennis often told her how beautiful she was. Now the mirror said mousy, nondescript-a perfect cover for safety's sake.

"Good. We'll be starting with ten inmates and ten horses. Our occupational trainer is a man named Trenton James. He's managed horse farms for years. Comes highly recommended as both a teacher and a trainer."

"When do we start?"


Tomorrow she would be safer-far away at the barns-safe from DC. Even though she knew no one was ever really safe on the inside of prison fences. "Thank you."

"You're welcome. Do you have any suggestions for others who might be interested?"

The immense bulk of Kool Kat plucking DC's arm off Maggie's throat skittered across her mind. She owed a debt. "Kool Kat."

Donelli seemed surprised by the suggestion. Everyone knew Kool Kat was regarded as one of the tougher prisoners and had been called many uncomplimentary names by more than a few. Starting in her teens, she'd been incarcerated enough times to know her way around prison rules and make some of her own.

"She's inner-city LA, probably never seen a horse in real life," Donelli said dismissively.

"I know, but she told me once when we were working in the kitchen that she likes animals. She's a hard worker." And strong as a sumo wrestler, fortunately for me.

"I'll consider it."

Maggie knew that possibly doing someone a favor was stepping out of character and might cost her. She'd lived her life in prison by the words an old woman told her when she first came in: "Just get through." Staying to herself all these years had gotten her through. But Kool Kat had saved her life. It wasn't the same as conferring favors with contraband perfume. This was different. Besides, she had read that change started in the mind. No matter if she was in prison or not.

The next morning Maggie joined the small group waiting for the van to take them to the beef ranch, part of which would soon be a horse farm.

Kool Kat, her black hair braided and looped in intricate swirls, stopped beside Maggie. She lowered her voice. "What you be wantin'?"

Keeping her eyes directed toward the floor, Maggie whispered back. "We're even." The snort from the woman who dominated the prison yard made her wonder if she'd done the right thing. She'd seen firsthand what happened when someone crossed Kool Kat; that woman's face bore a scar for life.

A broad shouldered man with the standard issue clipboard strode through the door. Square jawed with a golden tan that matched his short-cropped hair and eyes that crinkled, he wore assurance and contentment like a longtime favorite shirt. He stopped by the desk and waited for the conversations to cease. "I'm Mr. James and I'm the occupational trainer with this new program. Please answer when I call your name, and we'll get on the road." He was dressed in jeans and a blue plaid western shirt instead of the usual tan uniform, and the tone and timber of his voice set Maggie at ease.

Maggie's name was fifth. "Here." She raised her right hand. At his nod, she followed the others out the door to the waiting bus. While she'd been so careful not to get involved, Maggie knew all the women who'd agreed to the program. Blonde Sim was in for bank robbery; she'd driven the getaway car and missed her two kids so badly she'd do anything to keep out of trouble. Like Maggie, parole was a possibility in the near future. Petite JJ with the charming smile and dubious methods of anger management; Brandy, the youngest of them all, in for possession and dealing, wore cockiness like armor and had gotten on the bad side of the COs' more than once.

Weren't there supposed to be ten women? Maggie'd only counted nine. As she turned around to sit down in the middle seat next to the window, she heard Mr. James talking to someone and a moment later, a woman boarded the bus. Maggie's stomach leaped to her mouth, and it was all she could do not to hurl the cold cereal she'd eaten at breakfast.

DC swaggered in, her gaze riveted on Maggie. For the veriest of seconds, she slowed by the bench seat where JJ sat next to Maggie. DC was up for possession and armed robbery, along with other violent crimes, but like many others she said she'd been framed. Her record in prison according to the COs sounded like she sang in the church choir, but the inmates knew better. Her infrequent smile sported two gold front teeth.

The door shut and another man took the driver's seat while Mr. James stood in the well by the door.

"First of all, our driver is my assistant, Mr. Creston. Besides driving, he'll be in charge if for any reason I have to be absent. Next I have some announcements to make. We'll be going by the prisoner's handbook, which I am sure you all have memorized, but I have a few additions. Number one: there is no second chance. If you mistreat either animals or humans, you are out of here and back to the yard. I'll teach you all that I can, but like the saying goes: you can lead a horse to water, but you can't make him drink. You can lead a man-or a woman in this case-to knowledge, but you can't make her think." He paused and looked them each in the eye. "I hope you ... well, learn all you can. It's the first time this program has been offered to women. Women have a reputation for good intuition with horses as well as compassion. Horses are honest, what you see is what you get, not like humans who play games. If you have trouble with a horse, you might want to look inside yourself and see if you can figure what he sees and is reacting to."

Maggie let his words sink into her mind. Could she do that? Learning from the horses would be easy, but look inside herself? She shuddered. She'd spent the last seven years avoiding herself, along with all the groups' and counselors' probing-just getting through.

The bus stopped in front of a long, low shed. "You'll be helping some men who have volunteered to build stalls and fencing. Horses have a knack for tangling up in wire so we're installing all wooden fences here. We have ten days to get ready. I'll be checking out the tools, and at the end of our session, you need to check them back in. Can I see a show of hands if you've ever used a hammer?" He counted and nodded. "And a saw?" Noting something on his clipboard he led the way down the stairs. As they filed down the three steps he said their name and pointed either to the left or the right.

"Ms. Jackson."

"Kool Kat," she replied, meeting his eyes.

"You'd rather be called that?"

"Yeah, man."

"Mr. James."

"Yeah, Mr. James, that's what I said."

At his smile, a spate of chuckles blew through the group. He nodded toward the left.

"Ms. Roberts."


"Maggie it is." He nodded for her to follow Kool Kat.

The driver of the vehicle handed them each a hammer. "You'll find nails at the building site. Follow the instructions of Mr. Hansen, he's the foreman."

Maggie nodded and sucked in a deep breath of real air. Air not tainted by chain-link fences topped with concertina wire and the hot concrete of the yard, nor by the misery and hostility of those inhaling and exhaling. Free air that had passed over pastures and lingered in the trees. She inhaled again and raised her face to the sun. Soon she would be breathing free air 24/7-if they granted her parole and DC didn't kill her first.

She'd always loved being outdoors, her garden and yard had born testimony to that. Camping and hiking, they'd loved the mountains, especially the Sierras.

She blinked in the dimness of the building before her eyes adjusted from the sun. A stack of rough-sawn lumber filled the aisle in front of timbers that were already concreted into the dirt floor. Sawhorses topped with sheets of thick plywood held a chop saw where two men were cutting the boards to the proper lengths.

"If you'll come on over here," another man called, beckoning them to one of the stalls. "We're nailing the walls up; the nails are in the bucket. Put three nails in each end, like the one you see here. The sooner you learn to hit the nails square, the faster they'll go in. I take it you've all used hammers before?"

Maggie nodded as she looked at the stack of boards. From the size of it, she'd be nailing until she got paroled. Tapping nails to hang pictures with her husband didn't look to have anything in common with building walls for horse stalls.

An hour later, with repeated help from the foreman, Kool Kat and Maggie began to make progress, although their fingers and thumbs bore witness to their inexperience.

By the time they had to return to the correctional facility for head count and lunch, her back ached, her thumb throbbed, and they had nailed one wall up to six feet.

"We ahead of the others." Kool Kat returned from looking at the other stalls.

Maggie stared at her partner. "We're not in a race here."

Kool Kat leaned into Maggie's face, her voice taking on a hiss. "I play, I win."

The threat made Maggie take a step backward. And they were supposed to be partners? She headed for the bus, keeping a watch out for both Kool Kat and DC.

"Good work, ladies," Mr. James said as they filed off the bus. "See you in a few."

"Not if I see you first," Kool Kat grumbled.

"You aren't going back?" Maggie asked, hope flaring.

"Course I'm goin' back." A fierce look accompanied her reply. "But I never worked so hard in my entire life. Feels like my arm's about to fall off."

"I wish mine would." Maggie flexed her right arm and stretched her neck from side to side. When she looked at her palm, the blisters were no surprise. Kool Kat raised hers, and even though she had dark skin, the seeping showed.

"I'll get us bandages and leather gloves." Kool Kat said matter-of-factly.

Maggie knew Kool Kat had ways of getting things. "Us? Why would you do that?"

"Simple. I don't quit." She paused, her eyes narrowed. "And these partners are gonna win." She tapped Maggie on the shoulder.

Maggie heard the unspoken words, "at any cost." Nine more days until the horses, four months until probation. She would pound all the nails they wanted for that.

Ten days later the remaining nine women-one had backed out-were lined up as a horse van pulled into the driveway. Ten stalls, all with doors that swung on hinges, with sliding latches waited for the guests. Maggie and Kool Kat had put up more boards than all the others put together, and they both had the muscles and calluses to prove it. Maggie often felt like she was being towed along by a freight train.

DC brushed by Maggie, bumping her with her hip. Maggie went sprawling. Mr. James turned.

"Sorry, clumsy," Maggie lied, getting to her feet, not looking at DC.

As the first Thoroughbred limped down the ramp, Kool Kat backed up. "What they bring us, giants?"

Maggie rolled her eyes and shook her head. What was that feeling in her face? Her lips even twitched.

"This is Dancer's Delight, eight years old and won $750,000 in his years on the track. If you look at his left hind leg, you'll see the bow in his tendon. Maggie, since you've worked with horses before, you take him to stall ten."

Blinking back something in her eyes, Maggie walked forward and stopped in front of the horse, allowing him to sniff her hand and up her arm. She reached slowly for the lead shank.

"Easy fella, you're safe now." Shank in hand, she led him around the van to the stalls, half listening to Mr. James' voice as he used her as an example on how to handle the horses.


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Breaking Free 4.4 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 21 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Amazing story! Very unique! A story about a lady convict who bonds with a horse and about a father and his son who is in a wheelchair! The lives eventuelly conect:)! Wonderful book!!! One of my favorites by Lauraine Snelling!!!
AlaskanLover More than 1 year ago
Great book. All her books are really great to read. Clean, family friendly, great entertainment.
drausche on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
good--that's all I have to say.
KC9333 on LibraryThing More than 1 year ago
I enjoyed this story of rehabilitation, family and finding that special someone. The story ties up all the loose ends a little to conveniently but overall a good read.
Maxgeorge More than 1 year ago
I loved this book. If you love horses and have spent any amount of time around them you will appreciate this story. Also if you have spent any amount of time being involved with therapeutic riding, the people who teach it and the horses this book will touch your heart. There are so few books for the adult horselover.
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Heart2Heart More than 1 year ago
One of the first favorite genre's I remember loving to read when I was a child were horse stories. Anything that evoked the love between the horse and his owner was enough to make me wish for a horse of my own. I don't think there were many young girls who didn't wish for a horse when they were younger. Now that same feeling came back when I read Lauraine Snelling's novel, Breaking Free. Breaking Free is a retired ex-racehorse who has been abused and is in need of healing and restoration if that is even possible. Thankfully for Maggie Roberts, who has been serving ten years in prison, this new outreach program of working with horses will be just the thing she needs to find her own personal healing from her past. As she begins to work with Breaking Free to find a way into his broken spirit, Maggie realizes just how much this horse can sense her own insecurities. As she begins to earn his trust, she realizes that she has formed her own walls to keep others out from hurting her. She never imagined that one moment of coming to the aid of her husband would lead her to be involved in a car accident that would take the life of their own son. Feeling that serving time in prison is the least amount of punishment she deserves, it will take time and the love of a disabled boy and his father to help her come to terms with the mistakes of her past. Knowing if she can rehabilitate Breaking Free, she will give him a new chance at life. If she can't convince the warden he doesn't present a danger to himself and others, he will be put down. But Maggie soon uncovers the source for the battle raging within Breaking Free's heart and the more time she spends with him the more she grows to love him. Will she ever be able to part with Breaking Free if he is able to be adopted or will she be forced to watch yet another thing that she has come to love break free from her heart? I received Breaking Free by Lauraine Snelling compliments of Faith Words, a division of Hachette Book Groups for my honest opinion. I did not receive any monetary compensation for my review and the opinions contained here are strictly my own. This is the perfect novel for horse lovers and for those fighting to come to terms with their own ability not to forgive themselves of the mistakes that they have made in the past. It goes to show that second chances are available to all of us, and that coming to terms with the loss and grief is simply part of moving on. God can use even that for His good and His glory. What an exceptional novel that will outlast the time it took me to read this. It is part of my permanent library and one I will highly recommend to anyone who loves an exceptional novel of horses, basset hounds and love! Easily a well earned 5 out of 5 stars!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
One of the Best! This was an amazing book.  I loved how Lauraine used horses to help heal the broken hearts of so many. God can use horses to help people. 
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bonnie63 More than 1 year ago
As with all of Lauraines books I really enjoyed this one. She keeps you wanting more.
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evilmom More than 1 year ago
What a wonderful story. One of my favorite authors. I have read many of her books.
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I'm not into romance-type novels but my book club chose this novel to read. I feel it is somewhat above 'romance novel' quality since there was some suspense in it but most of the book was predictable. Nice every once in awhile to read something light and airy.
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Deborah_K More than 1 year ago
I'm not really a horse person, but I did enjoy reading this story. I like stories when a troubled person and an equally troubled animal find each other and connect. Maggie and Breaking Free's relationship reminded me of the story of Seabiscuit. Reading about Maggie's life in prison was harsh, but I know that in real life it is even worse. I would have liked, however, if we could have found out what happened to the other inmates that she befriended. I did like how the women were allowed to take care of the horses and learn about them. It was touching to read about how they finally had something to be proud of, to know that they are performing good and to have someone look up to them. At first Grant seemed to be the overprotective father, but after learning about his ex-wife, you realize why he acts that way. I liked Eddie very much, although I felt Grant treated him too much like a young kid. His relationship with Maggie is very moving. The only thing I didn't really like was that Maggie was served such a harsh sentence for her 'crime.' I mean most people do not get drunk after drinking 2 glasses of wine, and the accident didn't really sound like it was her fault, yet she gets so many years in prison for it. Yet celebrities will do worse crimes and stay in jail for less than 2 hours! It just didn't seem too believable, or else Maggie has a really bad lawyer that didn't defend her very well. I feel though that this book is well written. If you are a horse fan you will definitely want to pick it up.