Chapter Two

Kate, Tori, and Colt sat in Kate’s backyard for the third night in a row, but they still hadn’t seen the mysterious horse and rider again. Kate’s parents didn’t mind them keeping an eye out for the new horse in the neighborhood. However, none of the trio thought it was a good idea to share their suspicions with Mr. and Mrs. Ferris that the rider could have been Melissa.

Tori settled back in a lawn chair. “I feel kinda stupid. There’s no reason for Melissa to ride a new horse past your house right before dark. I don’t know why we ever thought it was her to begin with.”

Colt plucked a long blade of grass from where he lay stretched out on the lawn and stuck it between his teeth. “Me too. It’s not like she threw eggs at the house or anything.”

Kate had struggled with some of the same feelings for the past couple of days. “I’m the one who started us thinking that way … all because she smirked before she left. Lame, huh?”

Tori stared at her. “Seriously? Melissa smirks at stuff all the time. That’s nothing new. I figured she’d done more than that.”

Kate shifted in her chair, feeling silly. “Well, she’s hatched little schemes in the past that were aimed at us. She didn’t act like she wanted to hang out with us when we said she could, and she didn’t explain what else she had to do that night, so I guess …” All of a sudden the words sounded even more lame than what she’d said earlier. “And when her mom called the other day, it sounded like Melissa thought we weren’t important, and that she was ready to leave anytime.”

Colt smacked his leg. “I know. What do you say we flat out ask her what’s up? It’s not like we’ve heard from her again, and she’s supposed to be the head of our parade committee. Instead of talking about her, maybe we should be up-front about it and give her a chance to explain.”

“Good idea, Colt. I’m embarrassed now that we thought all that stuff about her.” Tori peeked at Kate. “Although I have to admit, she hasn’t been the nicest or easiest person to be around in the past, so I get why Kate would be suspicious.”

Kate expelled a sigh. “Thanks for trying to make me feel better, but I messed up and I know it. I’ll call her now.” She swung her legs over the side of the lawn chair and started to stand. “Wait a second. Do you hear that?”

Colt rolled over onto his side in the grass. “Nope. What?”

“Shh.” Kate held her finger to her lips. “Hoofbeats. Coming this way from the same direction as the other night.”

Colt and Tori bounded to their feet, with Kate close on their heels.

Colt tiptoed toward the road but kept behind a fir tree. “Come on. You girls want to see, or what?”

Now that the rider had returned, Kate was suddenly scared. What if it was Melissa, and she didn’t answer? Or what if she thought they were spying on her and never spoke to them again? Not that it would be a huge loss. They’d never been friends and had only formed a truce of sorts at the horse show last weekend. But the idea of turning Melissa into an enemy again made Kate sick to her stomach.

She grabbed Tori’s hand. “Maybe this isn’t such a good idea.”

“Huh?” Tori blinked rapidly. “It’s not like we’re doing anything bad. We only want to see who it is, right?”

“I suppose.” Kate allowed Tori to tug her toward the fir tree with overhanging branches. “At least it’s almost dark again, so she’s not likely to see us hiding here.”

Colt didn’t reply but stepped out from behind the trunk as the rider came opposite the yard. “Hey, that’s a nice horse. What’s its name? Can you stop so we can see him?”

The rider pivoted their direction, obviously startled. Kate could barely make out a wrinkled face under the hood drawn over the head. A breeze wafted, and a long strand of white hair escaped the hood and danced in front of the rider’s face.

Definitely not Melissa.

Relieved, Kate called loudly, “Do you live around here?”

Instantly the rider touched the horse’s side with a heel, sending it into a fast canter. Rocks from the gravel road kicked up behind as the pair disappeared down the road.

Tori groaned from behind the tree. “That went well. Sheesh. Either that person has something to hide or is scared of kids. Don’t know which. But at least it’s not Melissa. I’m glad about that.”

Kate nodded. “Did you see the white hair and wrinkled face? Creepy, if you ask me. I still couldn’t tell if it’s a man or a woman. Could you, guys?”

Colt shook his head. “I think it might be a woman because of the size, but some men are really small too, so who knows? I hate to keep saying she or they. If we’re going to try to figure this out, we ought to call him or her the Mystery Rider from now on.”

“Cool. The Mystery Rider.” Kate grinned and slapped her palms together. “Now all we have to do is solve the mystery.”

The next day, Kate leaned her hip against a cupboard in the kitchen. “Mom, do you think I should call Melissa? It’s so weird that she hasn’t come over or called since we first talked about the parade. Tori and I wonder if she’s lost interest and ditched us.”

Her mother slid the rack into the dishwasher and shut the door, then faced Kate. “Could something have upset her?”

Kate reflected for a moment. “I don’t think so. She overheard us talking about her and the parade in the afternoon, but we explained we wanted her to be part of it and even be in charge.”

Mom’s eyebrows went up. “Is that all you were saying?”

“Yeah … well, at least right then.”

Her mom’s eyes narrowed like they always did when she was trying to extract the truth. “And what does that mean? What aren’t you telling me?”

Kate knew that look and that she might as well give her mother some answers now. “Melissa came by and helped us paint the rest of the fence. Her phone rang, and she stepped away for a bit, so Tori, Colt, and I were talking.”

“About Melissa?”

“Kinda … I guess.” Kate shifted uncomfortably.

“Either you were or you weren’t, Kate.”

“Okay, we were,” Kate admitted. “But nothing bad. She told her mom she was hanging out with us, but she didn’t seem to care whether she stayed or not. I guess that made me feel weird. We were talking about asking her to take part in our parade planning, and then Tori said we should invite her to spend the night. I said that might not be a great idea, ’cause Melissa’s never been part of our group and runs with another crowd.” She added defensively, “It’s not like she was acting all excited to be with us anyway, and Tori, Colt, and I already had the night planned.”

“Then what happened?” Mom settled into a chair by the kitchen table.

“Melissa walked up and asked if we were talking about her.”

“Uh-huh. And what did you say?”

“That we were, and we wanted her to come over that night to talk about the parade and wondered if she wanted to spend the night.” Kate wished Mom didn’t always know when something was bugging her.

Her mother studied her. “But you didn’t really mean it, right? You were hoping she’d say no.”

“Only to the overnight part. I didn’t care if she came over and ate popcorn and talked about the parade.” Kate intertwined her fingers. “But honestly, Mom, I didn’t think she’d fit in with me and Tori at a sleepover. Besides, she said no, so it doesn’t matter, right?”

“You tell me, Kate. What if you’d been Melissa and heard other kids talking about you. Would you want to spend the night with them and take the chance of feeling left out or ignored?”

Kate huffed. “We didn’t ignore her when she came over. We’d already put her in charge. Besides, it’s not like she’s been supernice to any of us since she brought her horse to our barn.”

Mom leveled a stern look at Kate. “So it’s okay to get even with someone if she wasn’t kind to you in the past? It doesn’t matter if you hurt someone’s feelings … Is that what you’re saying?”

Kate wavered between irritation and guilt. Her mother was right, but she hated to admit it. She’d been feeling bad from the moment she realized Melissa might have overheard part of what she’d said that afternoon. But she and her friends had done a good job covering it, and Melissa seemed happy enough when she’d come to the Ferris house. “No, it’s not okay, and I wasn’t trying to get even. I just didn’t think she’d fit in, that’s all.”

Mom smiled. “Good. I wanted you to think about how Melissa felt. Have you tried calling her? It might be a good idea to reach out, in case she’s worried you kids don’t really want her around. You could tell her about the black horse you saw and see if she knows who owns it.”

Relief flooded Kate. Mom wasn’t mad at her, and she understood. “Great idea. I’ll do that now. Maybe I’ll see if she wants to come over this afternoon and walk with me and Tori and Colt. We’ll go up the road in the direction the rider headed and see if we can spot the horse in a pasture. If you and Dad don’t care, that is.”

Mom nodded. “That sounds like a great idea, and a walk might be fun. But you have to finish your chores before you go, and I’d like you to read a story to Pete while I get some work done.”

“Sure, Mom. I’ll read him two or three if you want. Is he taking a nap now?”

“Yes, but he’ll be up soon. You know the four of you could take your bikes and cover a little more area, as long as you aren’t gone all afternoon. Who knows? You might even uncover the mystery today.” Mom’s eyes twinkled.

“Colt thinks the horse might be stolen.” Kate blurted out the words without thinking, then placed her fingers over her lips.

Her mother frowned. “What gives him that idea?”

“I don’t know. I guess because the person riding the horse looks like she’s trying to hide her appearance, and she only takes him out close to dark. Maybe she needs to ride him and get him ready to sell, so she only takes him on back roads where there isn’t much traffic and not as many people are likely to see him …” Kate’s flow of words trailed off when she saw her mom’s doubtful expression. “You never know, Mom. There could be a horse-stealing ring in our area. We’d better start locking the doors on the barn at night. I don’t want someone sneaking in and taking Capri.”