It's been one year today. One year since everything went to hell. I look out at the dusty Kansas landscape, wondering if I could have changed anything, stopped what happened to me. If I hadn't thought Connor was cute, hadn't flirted with him or danced with him, maybe I'd still be me.
I stop those thoughts before they can get any further and sigh, pulling my old beat up Chevy into the yard. Wonderland Farms stretches out in every direction underneath the hot sun, showing stretches of cracked dirt, green grass, and fields of wheat. At least school is out for the summer, and I'm almost completely done. Next year will be my senior year, but I have an entire summer of working our horses to get to that point.
"Hey guys," I call out, seeing the herd in the field. They look up, register me, and go back to eating. I roll my eyes, take in my doe-like grulla gelding, and then walk over to the fence. Othello, my gelding, was a mustang before he wound up here, and his slim legs and lean build could tell you as much. I ignore his plaintive nudges asking me for attention, and walk to the round pen in the corner.
In there is the problem. In there is the most murderous horse I've ever come across.
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Lifelines
Teen FictionCarter has a secret. She's never told anyone what really happened that night in the alleyway, never really explained her recent insomnia or fear of being touched. Working at her families horse farm is her only escape, and she proves to be a lifeline...