His autism kept him from communicating in other ways, but ask how many of something he saw, and he got it right every time. Kate grinned, amazed once again at his ability with numbers. He pressed his nose tight against the glass. A pasture extended from the two-lane road and off toward the looming, snowcapped Mount Hood. Kate removed her earbuds and peered where he pointed. The words were flat and expressionless, but Peter emphasized each one with another tap on the window. Her six-year-old brother sat up and thumped on the window. Staying at her old home with her dog and her family was so much easier. Why did God allow her dad to lose his job in Spokane? And even more important, why hadn’t He answered her prayer about staying in the only home she’d known all her life? She dreaded trying to make new friends in this strange place. She hunkered deeper into the backseat of her family’s Subaru Outback and glared out the window at the passing scenery. This was the absolute worst day of Kate Ferris’s life. Contentsīlue Ribbon Trail Ride (Spring 2016) Chapter One Upper Hood River Valley, Odell, Oregon Mid-March You’ll love horses and reading as much as I do.
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