If Wishes Were Horses. Carolyn McSparren

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      “You brought it, you eat it.”

      “Not with them.”

      Liz walked toward her and was vastly surprised to find Momma Kat curled against Pat’s thigh and all five kittens asleep in her lap. Pat’s dusty face was streaked with sweat and tears. “Quite a coup,” Liz said, pointing to the kittens. “Momma Kat avoids people when she’s got kittens.”

      “They’re beautiful,” Pat said, stroking a small gray kitten who was busily stropping its needle-sharp claws on Pat’s fine new jodhpurs.

      “You can have one when they’re old enough, if your daddy says its okay.”

      “He won’t let me. He won’t even let me have goldfish. They carry germs.”

      “So do you.”

      “Tell him that, why don’t you?”

      “I did already.” Liz sat on the bale nearest to Pat but on her level.

      “You’re kidding! What did he say?”

      “Never mind. Tell me what happened out there this morning?”

      Pat turned away. “I want to ride Traveller and not that stupid pony you put me on.”

      “That wasn’t it. You froze.”

      “Liar.”

      “I know what I saw. Incidentally, don’t ever call me a liar again. It’s rude, untrue, and I don’t like it.”

      “Who cares what you like? My daddy says—”

      “We’re not talking about your daddy, we’re talking about you.” Liz realized her tone was harsher than she’d planned. And Vic said she had such a great way with kids.

      Abruptly, Pat dumped the kittens, who protested loud enough to wake Momma Kat, and stood up.

      So did Liz. “We don’t run from things in this barn, especially the things that frighten us and embarrass the hell out of us.”

      “You can’t make me.”

      “Sure I can, but I shouldn’t have to.”

      Pat sank onto the floor, put her head down and began to sob.

      Whitten would have this kid home and that contract nullified before dark at the rate she was going. She reached out and touched Pat’s shoulder as though it were a hot stove.

      Pat flinched. “All right, I’m scared, I admit it. Now are you satisfied? You can just throw me out right now and I’ll never come back, never get to ride, never get my pony, never...” The sobs turned to wails.

      Liz was stunned. She sat down. “Come here, Pat,” she said and opened her arms. Pat sniffled and knee-walked over to her. “Lesson number one. Everybody. gets scared.”

      “I’m scared all the time.”

      “Trust me, you do not give that impression.”

      “I know!” Pat wailed. “My daddy thinks I’m tough, but I’m so scared something will happen to me and then he’ll just die and it’ll be my fault.”

      Mike Whitten, I will have your hide!

      “Bull. Nothing’s going to happen to you, and if it does, it won’t be your fault, and your daddy looks like a pretty tough character to me.”

      “He’s not. he’s not. You don’t know what he’s been through.”

      “Then tell me.”

      “No!” Pat cried.

      Liz opened her mouth, then remembered she wasn’t supposed to know anything about Pat’s illness. “Okay. Forget your daddy for the moment.” She gestured toward the floor and the office below. “Did you know Aunt Vic was an Olympic rider?”

      Pat sniffled, suddenly interested. “Really?”

      “Yep.”

      “Oh, wow.”

      “Great teacher, great barn manager, best friend I have in the world.”

      “Uh-huh.” Pat regarded her suspiciously.

      “She hasn’t put her foot in a stirrup for twenty years.”

      “Why not?”

      “She was warming up her jumper at Madison Square Gardens, and some fool crashed into her.”

      Pat’s eyes widened.

      “Broke her collarbone, her pelvis and one leg. Nearly killed her.”

      “And she got scared?”

      “The other rider was one hundred percent responsible for the crash, but that didn’t help Vic. The horses came out without a scratch. She was hurt, but at least she lived.”

      “He died?”

      “Broke his neck.” Liz realized suddenly this might not be the absolutely perfect story to tell a kid who was terrified of walking around in a circle on a quiet pony at the end of a lunge line.

      But Pat seemed absorbed. Liz plunged ahead. “Vic couldn’t ride for nearly eight months. The first time she tried to get back onto a horse, she completely freaked. Everybody knows about it, and they don’t laugh at her. She works around horses, lunges, feeds, does everything else, but she can’t get up and ride. You can.”

      But...

      “Make you a deal. Call your nanny and tell her to pick you up at four o’clock this afternoon instead of three—make up some excuse. Not unusual to run late the first day. After the other kids are gone, you and I will work through your fear.”

      “On Traveller?”

      “Absolutely not. No temper tantrums, and you do what I tell you when I tell you or the deal’s off. Take it or leave it.”

      “But...”

      “My way or the highway.”

      Pat stared at her for a long moment, then she nodded. “Okay.”

      “Good, now get your tail downstairs and eat lunch. I’m starved.”

      “Nunh-uh, not with them.”

      “Fine. Deal’s off.” Liz walked to the hayloft ladder.

      “They’ll laugh at me.”

      “Big deal. Give you a tip. However big a to-do they make over this morning, you make a bigger one. If they accuse you of being scared, tell them you were positively petrified. If they laugh, laugh louder. Confuse the hell out of them.”

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