Chapter One
When Georgie Parker packed her bags for Blainford Academy she was the talk of Little Brampton. The local girl made good, she had aced the UK auditions and earned herself a place at the exclusive international equestrian boarding school in Lexington, Kentucky, USA. Everyone in her tiny Gloucestershire village agreed that she was destined to follow in her famous motherâs footsteps and take the eventing world by storm.
Now she was back for Christmas break after a term away. As she stood shivering in the snow at the gates of Lucinda Milwoodâs riding school, Georgie wasnât feeling quite as upbeat about her homecoming as sheâd expected.
Above her head, the dark clouds promised another snowfall that evening. The yard was empty and Georgie figured the horses must be already tucked up in their loose boxes, waiting for their hard feed. She clacked open the gates to the yard and walked up the driveway, heading for the stable block.
At the front door Georgie stood for a moment, taking a deep breath, inhaling the smell of straw, horse sweat and liniment. These stables had been a second home after her mum had died. She would come here every day before and after school to help Lucinda with the ponies, grooming and mucking out in exchange for lessons on her black Connemara, Tyro.
After Georgie made it into Blainford, she had kept in touch with Lucinda, but over the past few weeks she had failed to email her old instructor. Afraid to tell Lucinda about what had happened last term, she had delayed the inevitable. But she knew she couldnât put it off any longer.
Or maybe she could. Lucinda was nowhere to be seen.
âHello? Lucinda?â Georgieâs voice echoed through
the empty stable block. She was about to turn and walk out again when the tack-room door opened and a woman with dark brown hair appeared, carrying three heavy feed buckets.
Struggling with her armful of buckets, the woman barely glanced up at the blonde girl in the corridor. âIâm sorry,â she grunted, âbut if youâve come to enquire about signing up for lessons youâll need to come back next week. Weâre closed until January the fifthâ¦â
Georgie laughed. âLucinda! Have I really been gone so long you donât even recognise me?â
There was a moment of disbelief and then Lucinda Milwood let out a joyful shriek, dropping the feed buckets as she raced over to Georgie and enveloped her in the most enormous hug.
âGeorgie!â she cried. âWhat on earth are you doing here? I thought you werenât arriving until tomorrow!â
âI got an early flight,â Georgie grinned. âI told Dad and Lily not to say anything. I wanted to surprise you.â
Lucinda beamed at her former pupil. âItâs so good to see you. I swear youâve grown taller than me â what are they feeding you at that school?â
âUghhh! I do not want to even think about boarding-school food for the next few weeks!â Georgie pulled a face.
âHere,â Lucinda handed her a bucket. âHelp me finish off the feeds and then Iâll make us a nice cup of tea and you can tell me everything about school. How are your classes?â
âUmmm⦠well, actuallyâ¦â Georgie started to say, but Lucinda had already headed off down the corridor.
âGive your one to Dooley,â she shouted back over her shoulder. âHeâs in the first box.â
Georgie headed for the first stall and swung open the bottom half of the Dutch door, ducking underneath the top half to hang the bucket in the empty bracket on the wall.
This first loose box held a big piebald cob: black and white patches with a thick mane, fluffy feet and one blue wall eye. When he saw Georgie, the cob strode straight up to her, nickering his grateful thanks.
âHey, Dooley.â Georgie gave the piebald a firm pat on his broad neck. âHowâve you been?â
Georgie stepped aside and watched as the black and white gelding shoved his muzzle deep into the bucket and began snuffling up the chaff and sugarbeet.
âHe looks good, doesnât he?â Lucinda said, joining her in the loose box to admire the horse.
Georgie nodded. âHe was always one of my favourites.â
âIâve got a couple of new horses since you were here last.â Lucinda led Georgie back out into the corridor and passed her another feed bucket. âShamrock and Jack Sparrow. Come on, Iâll introduce you.â