A half-wild horse, a Celtic legend, and a teen trying to escape…
Regina Hamilton has three months to prove to the courts she can earn a living on her own and avoid going home to her abusive mother—a tall order for a teen with only her riding skills to rely on. Desperate to prove herself, Regina lands a job at an exclusive dressage barn. But when workers start to mysteriously disappear, she becomes ensnared in a web of lies and deceit. With time running out and unsure who to trust, Regina turns to an unlikely trio: an unusual boy who trains hawks, a reclusive professor of Celtic history, and a half-wild red mare. Together they form a bond that will be tested when a long-held secret exposes a much greater threat—and Regina’s the target. To save her horses and her life Regina may have to trust her enemies and betray her friends.
Inspired by everyday miracles, L.R. Trovillion weaves magical stories of hurting people who find hope through horses in her Maryland Equestrian Novel series. Although she earned a degree in Russian and spent a career in government service, her real love has been caring for and working with horses. That love shines through in her series, focusing on the healing power of horses in the lives of teens facing complex and sometimes dangerous family situations. Believing there is more to this world than meets the eye, she adds a dash of the supernatural to each story. L. R. Trovillion lives on a small horse farm in Maryland with her husband, daughter, and several animals that really run the place. Her other works have appeared in Baltimore magazine, Chicken Soup for the Soul, and various poetry anthologies.
My sister and I, like most siblings, fought all the time when we were kids. She was four years older and I always felt she used that to her advantage. At Christmastime, the manger or creche was displayed in a place of honor on top of the upright piano. The fight every year was over the placement of the Magi, the Three Wise Men. My sister placed them inside the barn, whereas I insisted they stand on the farthest edge of the piano top, far away. After all, I reasoned, they didn't arrive until much later and were still traveling soon after the birth. Our battle raged. I moved the Kings, my sister moved them back. Peace was achieved only when I bought my own figures and build a manger for them. I still have it, and the Magi are always placed far, far away. Do you have any special creche traditions? Some don't place the baby inside until Christmas eve.
Horse Gods: The Dressage Rider’s Betrayal
With the last bit of strength I have, together we manage to get Roh put away with some hay and water. Inside the doorway to the house, shotgun shells are strewn across the floor. Buck and Thornton greet me with happy dog smiles. A Christmas tree stands in the corner, unlit, but decorated with ornaments placed from the middle to the top. Mr. Kendrick goes to the kitchen while I struggle to get out of my wet boots and coat. When he returns, he’s holding a steaming mug and a plate of cookies. I watch for how steady he is on his feet or any other signs. I also look around for the gun.