Cowgirl Up! by Carolyn Anderson Jones
Authors: Carolyn Anderson Jones
Tags: western fiction, Comic Fiction
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George Olson, their county sheriff. Unfortunately there were so many fingerprints on the syringe, not to mention Dundee’s own paw prints, that the sheriff wasn’t able to get any clues as to who might have injected the mare or stallion. No syringes or any evidence was found in
Brio’s
stall.
“I believe it was a threat to try and change Lance’s mind about selling off half his land to developers,” Doc told Sam that morning. “I even told him, but he’s a stubborn old fool and won’t back down. Can’t blame him much on that, though. Tough ol’ ranchers like him can’t be pushed around. But I reckon he’s keeping a real close watch on all his horses so it won’t happen again.”
“You could be right since it happened the same day Marietta got the threatening note in her mailbox,” Sam said. “If it were me I’d take a close look at my help. He’s got a lot of men out there working on the ranch. One of them could have easily injected those horses without being seen.”
SAM WAS BUSY that spring with the foaling of calves and colts. Things had calmed down at the Lazy W Ranch and fortunately no other horses came down with the Salmonella virus and
Brio
was recuperating at CSU.
The days flew by and the next thing Sam knew it was a week before the big fundraising event for the therapeutic riding center.
Sam always enjoyed going every year and circulating with the volunteers and donors at the dinner. Plus it was fun to bid on the various items up for auction. It was even more rewarding to know that the funds helped support one of the nation’s premiere riding centers.
At the center, children and adults with disabilities, many in wheelchairs, could be seen pushing their chairs or walking in braces to the loading ramps. When they mounted their horses you could see pride and joy in their faces. Even if they couldn’t walk, they could ride. The neat thing was the horses didn’t know they had disabilities and accepted them just as they were. It was a magical place.
Sam and Isabella decided they needed new dresses for the event and met one afternoon at Flatirons Crossing Mall.
They started at their favorite department store that was having a big sale and had a huge selection of dresses. They were trying on everything in their size, and the sales clerks were running back and forth as they narrowed down their selections.
Sam was looking for something slinky in black and was going through the racks when a middle-aged woman came in with her husband. She was short and pudgy, probably about a size 18. He was balding and had a belly that extended over his belt. Sam could hear her mumbling under her breath and it was obvious she was not happy about something. Sam sensed there were sparks flying between them because she could smell the man’s fear. It was sweat. Sam didn’t know what he did to piss her off but he was breathing hard and his eyes darted back and forth as he frantically looked through the racks.
Isabella came out of the dressing room to show Sam her latest choice. She looked stunning in a full-length red dress that meshed to her body. It had a slit on one side that went up past her thigh and the red accented her olive complexion and long black hair and dark eyes.
“That’s it!” Sam exclaimed as Isabella twirled around and swung her hips in an exaggerated model pose.
Sam heard a noise behind her and turned to see the man starring at Isabella with his mouth open. His eyes were glazed over and he was actually drooling. He took a step back, hit a rack of clothes and lost his balance. He fell backwards and was buried under an avalanche of silk and sequins when his wife came running up.
“Robert! Watch what you’re doing!”
Isabella and Sam ran over to help pull him up and get the rack back in place. Two sales clerks came up quickly to help. The man’s face was purple as he mumbled something incoherent to his angry wife.
Isabella
Brio’s
stall.
“I believe it was a threat to try and change Lance’s mind about selling off half his land to developers,” Doc told Sam that morning. “I even told him, but he’s a stubborn old fool and won’t back down. Can’t blame him much on that, though. Tough ol’ ranchers like him can’t be pushed around. But I reckon he’s keeping a real close watch on all his horses so it won’t happen again.”
“You could be right since it happened the same day Marietta got the threatening note in her mailbox,” Sam said. “If it were me I’d take a close look at my help. He’s got a lot of men out there working on the ranch. One of them could have easily injected those horses without being seen.”
SAM WAS BUSY that spring with the foaling of calves and colts. Things had calmed down at the Lazy W Ranch and fortunately no other horses came down with the Salmonella virus and
Brio
was recuperating at CSU.
The days flew by and the next thing Sam knew it was a week before the big fundraising event for the therapeutic riding center.
Sam always enjoyed going every year and circulating with the volunteers and donors at the dinner. Plus it was fun to bid on the various items up for auction. It was even more rewarding to know that the funds helped support one of the nation’s premiere riding centers.
At the center, children and adults with disabilities, many in wheelchairs, could be seen pushing their chairs or walking in braces to the loading ramps. When they mounted their horses you could see pride and joy in their faces. Even if they couldn’t walk, they could ride. The neat thing was the horses didn’t know they had disabilities and accepted them just as they were. It was a magical place.
Sam and Isabella decided they needed new dresses for the event and met one afternoon at Flatirons Crossing Mall.
They started at their favorite department store that was having a big sale and had a huge selection of dresses. They were trying on everything in their size, and the sales clerks were running back and forth as they narrowed down their selections.
Sam was looking for something slinky in black and was going through the racks when a middle-aged woman came in with her husband. She was short and pudgy, probably about a size 18. He was balding and had a belly that extended over his belt. Sam could hear her mumbling under her breath and it was obvious she was not happy about something. Sam sensed there were sparks flying between them because she could smell the man’s fear. It was sweat. Sam didn’t know what he did to piss her off but he was breathing hard and his eyes darted back and forth as he frantically looked through the racks.
Isabella came out of the dressing room to show Sam her latest choice. She looked stunning in a full-length red dress that meshed to her body. It had a slit on one side that went up past her thigh and the red accented her olive complexion and long black hair and dark eyes.
“That’s it!” Sam exclaimed as Isabella twirled around and swung her hips in an exaggerated model pose.
Sam heard a noise behind her and turned to see the man starring at Isabella with his mouth open. His eyes were glazed over and he was actually drooling. He took a step back, hit a rack of clothes and lost his balance. He fell backwards and was buried under an avalanche of silk and sequins when his wife came running up.
“Robert! Watch what you’re doing!”
Isabella and Sam ran over to help pull him up and get the rack back in place. Two sales clerks came up quickly to help. The man’s face was purple as he mumbled something incoherent to his angry wife.
Isabella
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