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THE BET’S ON!

“You know, I’ve been thinking about this bet we’ve got going,” said Gabriel.

“Oh?” Stevie’s heart began to beat faster. Maybe Gabriel was about to chicken out!

“Yeah. In fact, I’ve been thinking about it all day.”

Stevie smiled to herself. He was trying to find a way to weasel out of it! Maybe there was a chance they could forget this whole thing. “And?” she asked hopefully.

“And I’ve just decided what I’m going to make you do when I win!” he announced gleefully.

“When you
win
?” she repeated as she felt her face heat up with both anger and disappointment.

“Yeah. When I win. It’s really going to be great!”

“Well, before you start enjoying your little dare too much, you’d better start worrying about what I’m going to make you do when
I
win,” retorted Stevie quickly. “It’ll go down in the annals of rodeo history!”

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QUARTER HORSE

A Bantam Skylark Book/September 1998

Skylark Books is a registered trademark of Bantam Books, a division of Bantam Doubleday Dell Publishing Group, Inc. Registered in U.S. Patent and Trademark Office and elsewhere
.

“The Saddle Club” is a registered trademark of Bonnie Bryant Hiller. The Saddle Club design/logo, which consists of a riding crop and a riding hat, is a trademark of Bantam Books
.

“USPC” and “Pony Club” are registered trademarks of The United States Pony Clubs, Inc., at The Kentucky Horse Park, 4071 Iron Works Pike, Lexington, KY 40511-8462
.

All rights reserved
.

Copyright © 1998 by Bonnie Bryant Hiller
.

Cover art © 1998 by Paul Casale
.

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.

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.

eISBN: 978-0-307-82583-4

Published simultaneously in the United States and Canada
.

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I would like to express my special thanks
to Sallie Bissell for her help
in the writing of this book
.

“J
UST A FEW MORE
minutes and I’ll be there!” Stevie whispered happily as she guided her horse through a shallow creek of gurgling blue water. It had been a perfect day—the weather had been warm, the sunlight had sparkled, and a gentle breeze had carried the smell of blooming wildflowers. Now, as the sun was beginning to set, the whole western half of the sky glowed with a rosy light.

“It’s going to be so romantic,” Stevie anticipated out loud. “He’ll be waiting for me at Pioneer Rock. Then we’ll walk our horses along the mesa trail; then, just as the sun disappears below the horizon, he’ll take me in his arms and …” She closed her eyes with a shiver of delight, then sat forward in the saddle and urged Belle faster. “Come on, Belle, let’s hurry! We don’t want to be late!”

Stevie looked down at Belle. It seemed funny. She couldn’t remember bringing her own horse on this trip, but it was Belle she was riding. Her mount had the same thick, dark mane, the same easy canter, and the same familiar whinny Stevie had come to love. She was definitely on board Belle, and Belle was taking her to meet Phil.

Wait
. Stevie frowned as Belle cantered faster. Wasn’t Phil out rafting on a river with his family? Hadn’t he invited Stevie to go along? That she remembered clearly. Now, if Phil was out on some river, then who was Belle taking her to meet?

Suddenly Belle began to slow down. They were nearing Pioneer Rock, but oddly, someone had constructed an ice cream shop there. A familiar red-and-white awning shaded the tables and chairs in the front window. Stevie blinked in amazement. It was TD’s, their hangout in Virginia! A tall figure was waiting for her by the front door.
There’s Phil
, she thought, smiling as Belle carried her closer.
I can tell by the way he stands with his hands in his pockets
.

Stevie looked more closely at the figure by the door.
Wait. Phil’s not that tall, and his hair’s not that dark, and he never wears a cowboy hat
. Suddenly she pulled hard on Belle’s right rein. Phil wasn’t standing there waiting for her! Gabriel was!

“No!” Stevie cried, sitting up straight, her heart pounding. Droplets of cold sweat ran down her neck, and for a
moment she couldn’t catch her breath. Where was she? Where was Phil? And where was Belle?

She looked around and forced herself to take several deep, slow breaths. Carole and Lisa lay on either side of her, their sleeping bags pulled up to their chins. Ten covered wagons made a large circle around them, and in the middle of that circle, Stevie could see the orange glow of a banked campfire.

“Now I remember,” she whispered. “We’re here, out West, reenacting part of the pioneers’ journey on the Oregon Trail.” A week before, Deborah Hale, Max Regnery’s wife, had asked The Saddle Club to join her on this trip and help her do field research for an article she was supposed to write. Deborah had had to return unexpectedly to Virginia, but Jeremy Barksdale, the wagon master, had offered to take The Saddle Club girls under his wing so that they could complete the trip. Now here they were, wearing genuine pioneer clothes, eating genuine pioneer food, driving one covered wagon, three horses, and a cow along part of the Oregon Trail.

“Whew!” Stevie wiped the sweat from the back of her neck as she remembered with a shudder how it felt to have Belle carrying her toward obnoxious Gabriel. “Thank goodness that was only a dream.” She plumped up her pillow. “Or I should say nightmare.”

Stevie and the other girls had met Gabriel their first day out West. Though he was just another participant in the wagon train reenactment, Jeremy had made him assistant
trail boss because he knew so much history about the Oregon Trail. Gabriel was tall and handsome and rode like a dream, but Stevie thought he was the biggest jerk on the planet. Throughout the trip his know-it-all attitude had been almost unbearable. Once he’d given her a long lecture when he’d mistakenly thought she was trying to race her team of horses; then he’d tried to outdo her in ghost-story telling; then he’d informed her that the only rodeo event she was fit to enter was the cow chip tossing contest!

“Jerk,” Stevie muttered as she settled back down in her sleeping bag. “Now he’s even intruding in my dreams. If this keeps up, I’ll be afraid to go to sleep!” She rolled over and closed her eyes. She needed to get some rest. On the wagon train their days started at five-thirty and did not end until sunset.

She took a few more deep breaths and tried to concentrate on something pleasant—like Phil.
He’s so cute
, Stevie thought with a smile.
He’s got such pretty green eyes and such a nice smile
. Suddenly Gabriel’s face appeared before her—his deep blue eyes sparkling as he smiled, and—Stevie shook her head, evaporated Gabriel, and again pictured Phil.
He’s got such a nice laugh
, she thought.
And he looks so good on his horse, Teddy
. Again Gabriel materialized. He, too, had a nice laugh, when he was laughing
with
her instead of
at
her, and he sat his quarter horse as if he’d been born on it. Stevie sighed and tried to force her thoughts back to all the wonderful times
she’d had with Phil when suddenly the cute little dimple in Gabriel’s cheek flashed through her head.

“This just isn’t working!” she said, more awake than ever. She turned over and plunged her fist into her pillow. “I’m going to try counting sheep.” She closed her eyes and pictured sheep leaping over the corral fence. Their white coats were fluffy and they baaed as they leaped through the air, but she found herself wondering where they would go and what they would do, and whether they would be able to find their way back to the corral. Her eyes flew open again. She sighed once more and rolled over.

“Maybe this time I’ll try horses,” she whispered as she punched her pillow a second time. “I’ll start with the first horse I ever knew and work my way up.” She pictured the first horse she had ever climbed on—a Shetland pony named Brownie. She had been three years old, and her mother had snapped a picture of her.
Wonder what ever happened to Brownie
, Stevie thought, her mind veering off in another direction.
I wonder if he’s still giving little kids rides at that carnival … I wonder if he still has those shaggy blond bangs
. She’d just begun to worry if they were giving an old pony like Brownie the right kind of feed when she opened her eyes and sat up in her sleeping bag once again.

“This is terrible,” she whispered, looking over at Carole and Lisa as they slept peacefully under the starry sky. “If I try to think of Phil, I think of Gabriel. If I try to count
sheep, I start wondering where they go when they leave the corral. And when I think of all the horses I’ve known, I worry about what’s become of them.” She looked at the ghostly shapes of the covered-wagon tops.
I wonder what the pioneers counted when they had insomnia. Probably all the aches and pains they got from riding in their wagons
, she decided, wiggling around to make her sore rear end more comfortable.

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