Melissa Chan had edged ahead of me on the narrow path. She's a really good rider, a natural, like she and Raven are one piece. So when her horse stopped suddenly, whinnied and started backing up, I was surprised.
I reined Gypsy in smartly, yelling "whoa." Not something I would have ever done at the same time.
"There's a rope across the path. Good thing Raven saw it and stopped."
"A rope?" There it was. Strung between the only two trees close to the path. I had to stare at it a few minutes before I believed my eyes. "Let's go back. I'll tell Mr. Dawson."
That was only the beginning of the "accidents." Who was doing it and why? I had to investigate. Me, Alison Leigh Powers, Super Sleuth...
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1 . My Mistake!
Posted August 10, 2011 by Heather MacLean , Sheet HarbourThis book is targeted to an audience that is, "young". I am not. The composition of the story is well done and I'm sure anyone who likes "detective stories" or "who done its" would appreciate it. Once I'd bought it, I had to read it. I enjoyed the main character and the plot. It was a short read, but then again it wasn't targeted to someone like me. I read hundreds of detective or mystery stories annually; several hundreds in fact. If I had a young person with this interest, I'm sure they'd enjoy this book on a rainy day. In any event, it was a nice change from my usual fare. Overall nicely done.
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September 19, 2010
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Excerpt from The Secret of the Equestrian Park by Gay Toltl Kinman
...Amber's saddle slid off Boise with her on it. Luckily, she was in the yard and had just mounted, and wasn't flying along on some path like she sometimes does.
The girth on her saddle was cut almost clean through where the buckle attached to the saddle. Amber never takes the girth off-she's always in too much of a hurry. She didn't notice the cut. When she stood up in her stirrups, the girth snapped.
Mr. Dawson looked at it. He couldn't figure out how it happened.
We were extra careful to check everything else.
Who would do that?
Mr. Rope Stringer.
He went into the barn to cut it.
He must have come by sometime when nobody was around and the dogs weren't out.
The guy wanted somebody hurt. Somebody at Dawson's Stables.
If the guy did that, what was he going to do next?