This is a very good book that really keeps your attention. I loved it because it was very comical yet sometimes serious. acualy my mom got it at a thrift store and thought I would like it. I loved it! its about a girl, Bailey, who tells the whole story in past tense but like its actually happenin...
Twelve-year-old Winnie Willis has a way with horses. Along with her dad and sister, Lizzy, Winnie is learning how to live without her mom—who was also a natural horse gentler. As Winnie teaches her horses about unconditional love and blind trust, God shows Winnie that he can be trusted as well. R...
Twelve-year-old Winnie Willis has a way with horses. Along with her dad and sister, Lizzy, Winnie is learning how to live without her mom—who was also a natural horse gentler. As Winnie teaches her horses about unconditional love and blind trust, God shows Winnie that he can be trusted as well. R...
Twelve-year-old Winnie Willis has a way with horses. She can gentle the wildest mare, but other parts of her life don't always come as easily. Along with her dad and sister, Lizzy, Winnie is learning how to live without her mom, who was also a natural horse gentler. As Winnie teaches her horses a...
Twelve-year-old Winnie Willis has a way with horses. Along with her dad and sister, Winnie is learning how to live without her mom, who was also a natural horse gentler. As Winnie teaches her horses about uncondi-tional love and trust, God shows Winnie that he can be trusted as well. Readers will...
Twelve-year-old Winnie Willis has a way with horses. Along with her dad and sister, Winnie is learning how to live without her mom, who was also a natural horse gentler. As Winnie teaches her horses about uncondi-tional love and trust, God shows Winnie that he can be trusted as well. Readers will...
Twelve-year-old Winnie Willis has a way with horses. She can gentle the wildest mare, but other parts of life don't always come as easily. Along with her dad and sister, Lizzy, Winnie is learning how to live without her mom—who was also a natural horse gentler. As Winnie teaches horses about unco...
Twelve-year-old Winnie Willis has a way with horses. She can gentle the wildest mare, but other parts of life don't always come as easily. Along with her dad and sister, Lizzy, Winnie is learning how to live without her mom—who was also a natural horse gentler. As Winnie teaches horses about unco...
Told with the whimsical verse of Dandi Mackall, children will love to hear the story of the Pilgrims' voyage and the Native Americans' guidance that culminated in the first Thanksgiving. Gene Barretta's warm, harvest tones and lively characters add the perfect touch to this story of discovery, co...
I picture us galloping over the side, flying, then crashing down . . . “Whoa!” I shout, pulling back on the reins. I remember what Winnie said about ask and release. So I pull, let up, then pull. Blackfire puts on the brakes so fast I almost sail over his head. But I catch myself. “Good boy!” I s...
But we rarely have time to dance at night. Often, Lena is still doing chores at midnight. I worry about her. If I could speak human, I would have a few choice words for Herbert Quagmire. Then one evening after Lena and I have plowed our section, she returns me to the barn, bids me good-bye, and h...
I don’t get out of bed until I hear the dogs going crazy downstairs. The night before, Dad kept talking about the big court date, and Mom spent the evening on the phone with Gram, planning the “Kat Coolidge birthday party.” The whole time, I watched Lion hop on three legs around the kitchen. The ...
I recognize the truck from Tri-County Animal Clinic. The Nice vets get called out here all the time. “Come on, Rex.” We head for the barn. I’m trying to figure out which animal could be sick. Hank’s got Starlight out in the pasture. That leaves the two young horses he’s been training. Or Blackfir...
We’re walking away from the barn so fast that I’m straining to catch my breath. Our footsteps and my heavy breathing sound out of place in the stillness around us. T.J. sticks out his arm like a school-patrol fifth grader and stops me cold. “Wait,” he whispers, looking both ways before letting us...
I’ve dreamed about doing this. And now my dream has come true. I just hope Colt feels the same way when I give him his horse on his birthday. Dream and I head out of town. About a block from home, the gravel road turns to dirt. The sun is shining through the trees. Birds are singing. I hear a mou...
A Glorious Angel Show The angel came to Joseph’s house a long, long time ago.“Take young Mary as your bride. There’s much you need to know.Love her, keep her by your side.Raise this child with love and pride.”The angel came to Joseph’s house a long, long time ago.
Only very much longer than regular. This might could be on account of I am waiting for our teacher to make a ’nouncement about how tomorrow is February 4, and we will have a birthday party for me with cupcakes. I know this is what happens. Other kids in my very own classroom already had their bir...
Dream is the one in pain, not me. But my stomach feels upset enough that I might as well have colic too. Mr. Harper tries to keep Dream walking, but it isn’t easy. She dances and sidesteps one minute. Then the next minute she stops—just puts on the brakes. Twice she tries to lie down in the middl...
But we are more like bumbly bees than birds in our groups ’cause kids are excited about the Olympics. “Boys and girls?” Miss Hines taps her desk to make us quiet. “We’re going outside now to practice our Olympic events. Our principal will lead Peter’s team to the track. I’ll take Laurie’s team on...
Coolidge. There, there.” Mr. Coolidge must have said this a hundred times already, but it hasn’t done much good. His wife looks even more upset now that her husband’s home. Catman and I look on, helpless, as his mom and dad cry in each other’s arms. Mr. Coolidge probably drove a hundred miles an ...
Colt demands. He rides Bullet forward, placing himself between me and the tall, gangly boy with slicked-back black hair. “You heard me,” the boy says. “I want to know if she’s the one who stole my horse.” He points at me again. “She obviously is. I’d know my horse anywhere.” “You’re crazy!” Colt ...
She bolted when a branch cracked, shied at a candy wrapper, bucked at the breeze. “She looks wild again,” Lizzy said, safe on the other side of the fence. Lizzy was right. The mare’s wide-eyed stare was back. I was grateful Wild Thing’s fears didn’t include me. But she didn’t trust me enough to b...
The voices in my head agree that I really did see what I thought I saw, the evil Star poking through the pseudosweet one. They just can’t agree what I should do about the vision. You should have decked Star Simons right there in the hall! M.J. insists. But did you see how beautiful Star was, even...
My heart pounds until my chest feels like it will burst. It’s not fair. They shouldn’t have taken her away. Not before I could say good-bye. Tears burn my throat and press behind my eyes. Then I hear it. A soft nicker. It’s coming from far away. From outside. I race out of the barn. “Here, horse!...
I’m late getting to my Sunday school room. Soon as I walk in, Laurie waves at me from the front row. “Nat! I saved you a seat!” she yells. My bestest friend, Laurie, is a great seat saver. I take that seat next to her. “Tell me everything!” she whispers, on account of our teacher, Mrs. Palmer, is...
Rain slapped the ground in slanted sheets. Across the road, the DeShon boys were throwing mud pies at each other. Before I reached the sidewalk, I was soaked to the bone. I ran home in the pounding rain, dashed to the bathroom, tore off my wet clothes, and wrapped myself in a towel. Then I headed...