McKenzie sighed with contentment. She had met Bailey at Camp Discovery, where they had shared a cabin with four other campers. The six girls, or the Camp Club Girls, as they called themselves, had become fast friends by solving a mystery together. Though they all lived in different parts of the country, they had kept in touch and gone on to solve another mystery together. Bailey was the youngest of the group at nine years old, four years younger than McKenzie.
The girls stepped onto the huge porch that wrapped around the house. They dropped onto the porch swing while Emma slipped inside. Emma quickly returned with cold drinks.
“Emma, this is so perfect.” McKenzie reached out to pet Buckeye, Emma’s brown and white terrier. “This will be so fun having Bailey here. Now, we can work on barrel racing together.”
“Don’t forget you have to save time for the Junior Miss Rodeo Queen contest, too,” Emma said as she ran her fingers through her short blond hair.
McKenzie groaned. She wasn’t sure she wanted to compete in the contest. Emma had competed when she was younger and had told McKenzie’s mom what a wonderful experience it had been. Now, Mom had talked McKenzie into competing. McKenzie didn’t like the thought of wearing fancy riding clothes for the contest. And she especially dreaded the thought of standing on stage in front of hundreds of people.
McKenzie got slightly nervous in riding competitions, but just thinking about the queen contest made her want to throw up.
“Are your parents coming for the rodeo and the queen contest?” Bailey scratched Buckeye’s ears.
“Yes, they’ll be here,” McKenzie answered, sipping her lemonade. “My family doesn’t live too far away. I usually come over here and train a couple of days a week. But now that I’m helping with Kids’ Camp, I get to stay here until the rodeo next week. I’ll have a lot of extra time to train.”
After the girls finished their lemonade, Emma asked McKenzie to show Bailey their bedroom. The girls stepped inside the front door where Bailey had left her bags. She grabbed her pink-and-green-striped pillow and tucked it under her arm along with a monster-sized, black-and-white panda. McKenzie grabbed the two bags and led the way upstairs to their bedroom. A set of bunk beds stood against one wall.
McKenzie turned to her friend. “I knew you were hoping to visit, but I didn’t think you’d be able to come.”
“I didn’t either.” Bailey dropped her pillow and panda on the floor. “When Uncle Troy found out about his trip, Mom and Dad decided at the last minute that I could come along.”
“We’ll have a blast.” McKenzie pointed to Bailey’s bags. “Do you have cowboy boots in there somewhere? And you might want to change into jeans so we can go horseback riding as soon as Derek finds a new bridle for Sahara.”
Bailey changed her clothes. Then the girls headed back downstairs and went outside with Emma.
“I’ll help you saddle your horses,” Emma said as she led the way across the yard. “Bailey, you can ride the Shetland pony, Applejack. Then you two can go for a ride while I work. How does that sound?”
“Great,” McKenzie said. “When do we need to be back for chores?”
“About an hour or so,” Emma said as they walked through the stable to Applejack’s stall.
First Emma helped saddle the horse for Bailey, while McKenzie put the bridle on. Emma grabbed a riding helmet for the younger girl and led Applejack out of the stable.
Derek met them at the doorway holding Sahara, who was fitted with a new bridle. Derek was Emma’s newest stable hand. He had only been working at Sunshine Stables for two months. Even though Derek was an adult, he reminded McKenzie of her eight-year-old brother, Evan. Both were always full of mischief.
“You look better than you did awhile ago,” Derek told McKenzie. “You’re not even limping.”
“Nope. I told you I was fine.” She patted Sahara’s neck.
“McKenzie, why don’t you introduce your friend to Derek? I didn’t have a chance to do that when you were taking your wild ride,” Emma teased.
McKenzie pulled Bailey to her side. “Bailey Chang, meet Derek McGrady. Bailey lives in Peoria, Illinois.”
“Nice to meet you, Bailey. You ready to hop on Applejack? He’s ready for you.” He grabbed the horse’s reins and opened the gate.
McKenzie followed with Sahara. She placed her boot in the stirrup and swung herself up onto the saddle. Then with ease, Bailey hopped onto Applejack’s back.
“Your mom said you’ve done quite a bit of riding, Bailey. Is that right?” Emma asked as she closed the gate behind them.
“Yes. But I’m not as good as McKenzie.” Bailey swept her long bangs away from her forehead and slipped on her helmet. “I’ve done some racing at county fairs but never a rodeo.”
“You’re a lot younger than she is. You have plenty of time to improve.” Emma smiled at Bailey.
“Is it okay if we ride to Old Towne?” McKenzie put her helmet on and fastened the chinstrap.
“Sure. You have your cell phone with you, right?” Emma asked. “After you look around for a while, head back for chores. Both of you can help with Diamond Girl when she comes in from pasture.”
Diamond Girl was Sunshine Stable’s most famous horse. She was Emma’s prize horse and a rodeo winner. For the last three years, Emma had ridden Diamond Girl in the barrelracing competition, and each year Emma brought home the first-place trophy. McKenzie couldn’t wait to show Diamond Girl to Bailey.
Eager for a ride, the girls waved to Emma and Derek and headed for the dirt track behind the house. A warm summer breeze rustled the pine trees lining the trail.
“What is Old Towne?” Bailey asked as her horse plodded beside McKenzie’s.
“It’s a bunch of Old West buildings. There’s an old-time Main Street with a general store, post office, and stuff like that. But it’s more like a ghost town now. It belongs to Sunshine Stables and is open during June, July, and the first week of August. It’s closed now for the season. But we can still go look around.” McKenzie shielded her eyes against the sun and peered into the distance.
Pointing her finger, she continued, “See that old wooden windmill way out there? That’s Old Towne.”
“It looks kind of creepy.” Bailey wrinkled her nose.
“You know, there is a spooky story about Old Towne.” McKenzie flicked her reins at Sahara who had stopped to munch some grass. “A long time ago, a mysterious rider was seen riding out there at dusk. Some people say it was a ghost rider.”
Bailey looked quizzically at McKenzie. “Is that for real?”
McKenzie chuckled. “That’s what they say.”
“Has anybody seen the ghost rider lately?” Bailey nudged Applejack forward.
“I haven’t heard anything about it. Emma said the ghost rider story started years before she bought Sunshine Stables. She says someone just made it up to get visitors to come to Old Towne. It worked. Old Towne used to rake in the money. People paid to ride horses from the stables, hoping to see the ghost rider.”
“That’s spooky. A fun kind of spooky, that is,” Bailey said as she leaned over and scratched Applejack’s neck.
“Well, let’s go check the place out. I’ve never been here after it was closed for the season.”
McKenzie nudged Sahara with her heels. The girls galloped down the trail. The horses’ hooves stirred up little puffs of dust.
“Here we are,” McKenzie said as she arrived at the top of a small hill. She halted Sahara and waited for Bailey to catch up.
“Wow! This is neater than I thought it would be!” Bailey exclaimed, her eyes wide.
The girls continued down the trail leading to Main Street. Old storefronts lined both sides of the dirt street. A weathered school building and a church were nestled on a grassy lawn at the edge of town, away from the other buildings.
“Let’s tie our horses at the hitching post and look around.” McKenzie hung her helmet on the post and fluffed her sweaty curls.
After tying both horses, the girls st
epped on the wooden sidewalk. Bailey ran ahead, her boots thumping loudly on the wood. She stopped and peered through a streaked windowpane. A tall red-and-white barber pole stood beside it.
“I can just imagine a cowboy sitting in there getting his hair cut,” Bailey said with a giggle.
“Yeah, and then he could head across the street to the general store for a piece of beef jerky and a new pair of chaps.” McKenzie stuck her thumbs in her belt loops and walked bow-legged across the street.
Bailey laughed and raced to catch up with McKenzie. She stopped suddenly in the middle of the street and looked at the dusty ground. “Hey, did cowboys eat candy bars?”
McKenzie picked up the wrapper and shoved it in her pocket. “Maybe the ghost likes the candy. Whooo-ooooh!” McKenzie wailed eerily.
The girls headed to the general store and peered through the window. McKenzie pointed out different items in the darkness. They saw old wooden rakes, hand plows, and row after row of tin cans on the shelves. A headless mannequin wore a long, lacy white dress, and a pair of men’s bib overalls hung from a hanger.
Both girls jumped when McKenzie’s cell phone rang. She pulled the phone from her pocket, answered, and listened to the caller for a minute. Then she quickly said, “Okay. Bye,” and flipped the phone shut.
“That was Emma,” she said. “She wants us to hurry home. Diamond Girl is missing!”
Missing!
As the girls rode back to the house, McKenzie prayed that they’d find Diamond Girl. Not only was she a treasured racehorse, but Emma also planned to use her as a therapy horse once her racing days were over. McKenzie had helped at a horse therapy center the year before. She’d watched angry kids calm down as they worked with, rode, and took care of the horses. She’d also seen the horses have a good affect on disabled people and adults who were dealing with problems. Diamond Girl’s calm nature made her perfect to work with disabled or troubled kids and adults.
Since Diamond Girl was already older than most racehorses, Emma had said that this might be Diamond Girl’s last year to race in the rodeo.
God just has to keep her safe, McKenzie thought. Too many people depend on her.
When the girls arrived back at Sunshine Stables, McKenzie hoped to see Diamond Girl safely in her stall. But she only saw three stable hands cleaning out the stables, refilling the stalls with fresh hay.
“Has anybody found Diamond Girl yet?” McKenzie called as she hopped off Sahara’s back.
Ian, a kindly, middle-aged man, shooed a fly away from his dark brown face as he walked to the girls. “No sign of her yet.
Emma and Derek are still searching. Looks like somebody left a gate open. She’s been out to pasture all afternoon, so there’s no telling how far she’s gone by now.”
McKenzie couldn’t believe someone would leave a gate open. All stable hands knew to close the gates behind them.
She met Bailey’s worried gaze. “Can we help look for her?”
McKenzie asked.
“Emma wanted you girls to take care of your horses and put them up for the night,” Ian said as he stuck his pitchfork into a hay bale.
McKenzie held the reins as Ian removed Sahara’s heavy saddle. Then Ian removed Applejack’s saddle while McKenzie and Bailey removed the horses’ bridles.
After McKenzie turned the horses into the corral, she turned to Bailey. “We’ll leave them out here while we clean their stalls. Then we’ll bring them in for the night.”
McKenzie and Bailey each grabbed a pitchfork and pitched dirty hay and manure into wheelbarrows. McKenzie heard the stable hands quietly talking to each other. Everyone seemed anxious, McKenzie thought. She guessed the workers were eager to finish chores and help look for Diamond Girl.
When the girls had cleaned the stalls, they covered the floor with fresh, sweet-smelling hay and filled the water troughs and feed bunks. McKenzie rested for a moment, leaning on her pitchfork as she wiped her sweaty forehead with a T-shirt sleeve.
She looked at her young friend, struggling to keep up.
McKenzie knew Bailey had asthma, so she got winded easily.
Fortunately the hay didn’t seem to be bothering Bailey at the moment. “Let’s take a break. I’ll grab a couple of sodas.”
McKenzie went to a fridge in a small room at one end of the stable and grabbed two cans of strawberry pop.
After handing Bailey a pop, McKenzie popped the top of her can and enjoyed the cold drink trickling down her throat.
She listened to the soft whinnies of the horses and smelled the musty mix of hay and horses. A horse in the next stall snorted.
“We’d better bring Sahara and Applejack in now.” McKenzie swallowed the last of her drink. “It’s almost their suppertime.”
McKenzie and Bailey soon had the halters back on the horses. After giving the horses a quick rinse with a hose, the girls led them into the stable.
The stable hands were feeding the last of Emma’s horses,
and by the time McKenzie and Bailey finished with their horses, the chores were all done. McKenzie felt as though she hadn’t helped much. She hoped Emma wouldn’t regret ask-
ing her to stay and help. The two younger girls couldn’t work nearly as hard as Emma’s older employees.
Ian approached the girls as they put their pitchforks and wheelbarrows away. He lifted his worn cowboy hat and scratched his black curly hair. He looked at the girls as if he wanted to say something.
“Emma’s been gone a long time. Haven’t they found Dia-
mond Girl yet?” McKenzie asked, again offering a silent prayer.
Ian hesitated and then answered. “Emma called awhile ago. She found no hoof prints at the open gate. Emma doesn’t think Diamond Girl wandered off. Every other gate in the pasture is locked. She thinks the mare was stolen.”
McKenzie felt her heart pounding. “Stolen! Who would steal Diamond Girl?”
Ian shrugged as the girls followed him out of the stable.
“Emma and Derek are on their way back, and the sheriff is on his way out to talk to the stable hands. Emma said you girls should go to the house and get something to eat. It could be a long night.”
Though she wanted to wait for the sheriff, McKenzie agreed they should have supper. She led Bailey across the yard and up the back steps of the house.
“Do you think somebody really stole Diamond Girl?”
Bailey asked as she kicked off her cowboy boots.
“Ian seems to think so.” McKenzie splashed cold water on her face from the sink in the mud room. “I’ve been praying that she’s safe ever since I heard she was missing.”
“Yeah, me, too,” Bailey said as both girls headed into the kitchen. “I’ve never even seen Diamond Girl. What’s she like?”
McKenzie took packages of sliced ham and cheese from the fridge. “She is the prettiest horse you ever saw. Shiny black with a white diamond shape on her forehead, and she’s the fastest runner around here. When Emma rides her in the rodeo, no other horse stands a chance of winning.”
After pouring two glasses of milk and making sandwiches,
the girls carried their plates to the front porch. As McKenzie said the blessing for the meal, Buckeye sat at their feet to beg bread crusts.
While they ate, the girls saw Emma and Derek ride in from the pasture on their four-wheelers. The sheriff’s dirty white pickup truck pulled in the driveway, and he headed toward the stables. McKenzie wished she could hear what the sheriff was saying, but she knew it wasn’t any of her business.
The sun was low in the western sky when the sheriff drove off and the stable hands left. Emma approached the house and sank into a wooden chair on the porch with a deep sigh.
“What a day!” Emma said as she stretched her legs and closed her eyes. “I can’t believe everything that’s happened.”
“Did someone really steal Diamond Girl?” McKenzie asked as she tucked her legs beneath her on the porch swing.
For a second she thought Emma wasn’t going to an
swer.
When Buckeye laid his head on Emma’s lap, she opened her eyes. “It looks that way. I had hoped and prayed it wasn’t true,
but we see no signs that Diamond Girl ran off.”
Emma looked so sad that McKenzie wanted to cheer her up, but she didn’t know what to say or do. She knew Emma would be devastated without Diamond Girl.
“Do you think the sheriff can find her before the rodeo?”
McKenzie asked. She didn’t want to think about Diamond Girl not being able to compete, but she couldn’t help it.
“I certainly hope so,” Emma said. “But I just hope that wherever she is, she is okay. Competing in the rodeo isn’t that important as long as I get Diamond Girl back safe and sound.”
McKenzie nodded. Surely no one would hurt a horse as gentle as Diamond Girl. She couldn’t imagine anyone being that mean.
“Can we help do something?” McKenzie asked softly. “We can get things set up for Kids’ Camp tomorrow.”
“I could fix you a sandwich.” Bailey swatted a mosquito on her arm.
“You girls are great.” Emma smiled as she rose from her chair. “Everything is pretty much ready for the kids tomorrow,
but I’ll take you up on that sandwich, Bailey.”
As the sun dipped below the horizon, they all stepped inside. While Emma washed up, Bailey and McKenzie fixed her a light supper.
“Would you mind if we use your computer for a few minutes, Emma? We usually go to a chat room about this time each night.” McKenzie poured a glass of iced tea and set it on the table for Emma. “I can’t wait to tell the other girls that
Bailey is here.”
“Of course,” Emma said. “Make yourselves at home. If I’m not using the computer, feel free to e-mail or chat or whatever.”
As the girls headed to Emma’s office, the phone rang.
“Hi, Maggie,” McKenzie heard Emma say. McKenzie could tell Emma was talking with Maggie Preston, the owner of a neighboring stable, Cedar Creek Ranch. “You won’t believe what’s going on around here.” Emma informed Maggie of
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