Fadedwords

02- Paradise?

Eighteen year old Cotey Mallory and Carrie Thorke were at the mall trying on clothes.  Sam Giran and Jason Fute were with them, waiting impatiently.  Carrie and Jason had been a steady item since their trip to a ski resort seven months before in December.  Cotey and Sam had also grown extremely close, although they weren’t dating yet.

“Come on ladies, let’s go,” Sam said for the thousandth time.

“Yeah, we’re late for a date,” Jason added.  Carrie whirled around.

“Who are you going out with?” she demanded.  Cotey gave Sam a curious look, but his eyes gave him away.  He smiled at her reassuringly.

“We’re taking you two out.  We just thought that might get your attention,” Jason said, grabbing Carrie’s hand and pulling her from the store.  Sam looked at Cotey, still smiling as she reached over and linked her arm with his.

That night at Cotey’s house, Carrie sat in the living room watching a rerun of M*A*S*H.  Cotey was in the kitchen with her mother.

“Are you trying to tell me that I’m going to the Bahamas, and I can take Carrie with me?” Cotey asked incredulously.  Mrs. Mallory nodded.

“Yes.  Summer vacation is a time for fun, and I thought you two would enjoy going down for some fun in the sun.  I mentioned the trip to Carrie’s mom and she’ll talk with her when she gets home.  I’ll be using some of the money we got when Daddy died.” Cotey stared at her mother with confused eyes.

“Mom, are you feeling ok?” she asked.  The woman laughed.

“Yes!  I just thought you’d like to go.  If you don’t…” she trailed off, waving her hand to the tickets that rested on the kitchen table.

“I want to go, don’t worry about that.”

“Good, then it’s all settled.  Two weeks from now and you’ll be hitting the beach.”

The two weeks went by in a blur of preparation for the long trip.  When Cotey told Sam what was going on he asked his father, a successful horse trainer, if the and Jason could also go.  Mr. Giran agreed.  They were scheduled to stay in the tropical paradise for almost two and a half months, meaning they would leave the week after high school graduation.  On the morning of departure, Cotey and Carrie were awake by three a.m.

“I can’t believe that my parents said this was ok,” Carrie said to Cotey as they drove to pick up Sam and Jason.

“Neither can I.  Your parents are so overprotective.” Mrs. Mallory pulled into Sam’s driveway and honked the car horn.  Sam and Jason came out of the huge house each carrying a suitcase and a small backpack.  After putting the cases into the trunk, both boys barreled into the station wagon.

“Hey everybody!” Jason exclaimed, leaning over and giving Carrie a kiss.

“Hey Jas,” they answered.  Cotey turned around in the front seat and smiled at Sam.

“Hi,” she said happily.  Sam smiled and brushed his hand over hers.

“Hey.  How’ve you been?” he asked, looking into her eyes.

“I’m ok.  Excited about the Bahamas,” she said.  He smiled.

“Me too.  Thanks Mrs. Mallory, for sending the girls.  My dad never would have thought of a trip like this if you hadn’t given him the idea,” Sam said.

“Everyone is more than welcome.  I just wanted to give the girls a summer to remember,” she said, glancing in the rear view mirror.

At the airport the four friends waited for their flight to be called.  Mrs. Mallory had to work, so she had left them almost immediately.  Cotey looked over at Sam and saw him concentrating on the flight schedule.  She touched his shoulder gently.

“Are you ok?” she asked quietly.  He jumped a little, then turned to her.

“I’m fine.  Excited?” he asked, giving her a warm smile.

“Yeah.  What about you?” Sam put his hand over hers gently and nodded.

“What do you think?” he asked.

“Stupid question,” she said, taking a deep breath and pulling her hand away from his.  Sam forced a smile as their flight was called.

They arrived in the Bahamas 5 hours later.  When they walked off of the plane, they were bathed in sunlight and warmth.

“Let’s go get our stuff,” Cotey said.  Carrie shook her head, blonde curls flying everywhere.

“Do you mean to say that we actually  have to go inside?” she asked sarcastically.  Cotey nodded and pulled Carrie toward the airport terminal.  Sam and Jason followed.

In the hotel Carrie and Cotey were sharing a room, as were Jason and Sam.  Carrie had wanted to stay with Jason, but Cotey wasn’t ready to be alone with Sam yet.

“You’re lucky I’m a loyal friend,” Carrie muttered.  She had slipped into a yellow, full piece bathing suit.  Cotey smiled, putting on a suit that was identical to Carrie’s accept that it was purple.

“I know.  Come on, we have tans to work on.” They grabbed their beach bags and towels, and then walked out of the room.

To their surprise, Sam and Jason were already at the beach.  Carrie and Cotey set up their towels next to the boys, and settled in for some sunbathing.

“You two going to come for a swim?” Sam asked.  They shook their heads.

“No way.  This is prime tanning weather,” Cotey said.  Sam frowned, but continued down the beach with Jason.

“He actually thought we’d want to get wet?  With all this sun, who could swim?” Carrie asked as she put on her sunglasses and lay down.

“Who knows.” She settled herself on the large towel and put her sunglasses on.  They had only been there for a few minutes, when each girl felt a pair of strong arms around them, lifting them off their towels.  Cotey took off her sunglasses and opened her eyes, finding Sam grinning at her.

“Where are we going?” she demanded, swallowing her fear.

“For a swim,” he replied.  Cotey shook her head, struggling to get away from him.

“Sam put me down.  I don’t want to swim.” Suddenly water engulfed them both, and Cotey came up sputtering.  “Why on earth did you do that?”  Sam laughed.

“You looked too dry.  Come on, doesn’t this feel great?” She was forced to agree.

“Yeah, I guess it does.  Where are Jason and Carrie?”

“Out there on that slide.  Want to go give it a try?” She nodded and smiled.

“Race ya.” They both swam, Sam furiously, and Cotey with ease.  In the end she beat him, clearly the best swimmer.

“That was rigged,” Sam said breathlessly.

“Prove it,” she retorted, moving toward the ladder of the slide.  Carrie was sliding down and waved.  Cotey finished her climb, sat down, and slid.  Sam was waiting for her at the end and caught her.

“Let me go,” she said, her body tense and her eyes filled with fear.

“It’s ok.  I won’t hurt you,” he assured her.

“I know that,” she told him unconvincingly.

“You know it but you don’t believe it,” he said.  She nodded slowly.

“Ok, maybe I don’t believe it.  I have a good reason though, a damn good reason.  Now please, let me go.” He sighed and did as she asked watching as she swam to shore.  She grabbed her things and went toward the hotel.  Carrie and Jason swam up to him.

“You’re pushing too hard, too fast Sam,” Carrie told him.  He nodded, watching Cotey’s diminishing form.

“I know.”

That night as the two girls were getting ready for dinner, Carrie found herself thinking about the way things had been before the previous winter.

“Are you mad at Sam?” she asked suddenly.  Cotey shook her head gently as she French braided her hair.

“No.  I just wasn’t ready for all that.  Not yet,” she replied.

“Are you afraid of him?” Cotey took a long time to answer.

“I’m cautious of almost any guy who has sexual thoughts about me.”

“Isn’t that being a little too cautious?” Carrie asked gently.

“I don’t know… I think I’m being pretty smart.  I don’t want to go through this ever again Carrie.”

“I didn’t mean that you did.  I just meant that you don’t need to be afraid of Sam.” Carrie finished pulling her hair into a bun, and glanced at Cotey.  She was wearing a hunter green cotton dress that flattered her figure and made her look much older than 18.  “You look nice,” she said.  Cotey smiled and looked at Carrie.  She was wearing a yellow skirt and a white tank top.

“You do too.  Let’s go, the guys are waiting.”

They walked into the lobby and saw Sam and Jason standing by the door.  They both turned, smiling when they saw the girls.  Cotey reached Sam’s side first.  He looked down at her and smiled.

“You look great.” She smiled

“Thanks, you do too.” He was wearing a pair of khaki pants and a black polo shirt.  On his feet were a pair of loafers with no socks.  They turned toward Carrie and Jason.

“Are we ready?” Jason asked.  They nodded and Jason took Carrie’s hand and the walked from the hotel.  Sam started to walk out too, but before he got too far Cotey reached out and grabbed his hand.  He stopped and looked at her, and she gave a smile as she laced her fingers through his.  He smiled too, and they continued to walk out.

They went to a small restaurant about a mile or so away.  It served excellent food, and all four enjoyed their meals.  After eating Jason suggested they take a walk on the beach, and soon they were walking slowly along the moon lit shore.  They all took off their shoes and walked in the foamy surf.

“How about a swim?” Sam kidded.  She smiled up at him.

“How would you like to go for a swim right now Sam?” she returned sarcastically.  He laughed.  Jason and Carrie had walked up ahead, and were kissing.  Cotey turned and started out at the ocean.  “It’s so beautiful here,” she murmured.

“What?” he asked.  She glanced back toward him.

“I was just saying how beautiful it is here.  It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” she said softly, turning back to the ocean.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he told her, touching her cheek gently.  She looked up at him, searching his gaze.  After a moment she took a small step toward him, sliding her hand to the back of his neck and standing on her tiptoes so she could place a light kiss on his lips.  After a moment she pulled away and took a deep breath.  “Why did you do that?” he asked.  She smiled a little.

“I knew you wouldn’t,” she said, taking his hand.

“Are you ok?”

“I think so.  Come on, let’s go back to the hotel.  I’m tired.” They walked back in silence.

The next morning Cotey awoke to Carrie shaking her shoulder.

“Cotey, let’s go!” Carrie exclaimed.  Cotey rolled over and smiled a little.

“What time is it?”

“Past noon,” Carrie replied.  Cotey stretched and then got up.

“I’m going to take a shower,” she said, going into the bathroom and closing the door.  When she finished she walked out with a towel around herself.  Carrie was standing on the balcony, the breeze blowing her hair back.  Cotey pulled on a pair of cut off jeans shorts, a blue tank top, and a white, long sleeved, button up shirt over it.  Then she slipped on a pair of white canvas shoes.

“Carrie I’m going down to the beach,” she said.  Carrie turned and smiled at her.

“Ok, have fun.”

It was a beautiful day, and Cotey walked along the shore slowly.  People were already crowded on the beach, so she went to a remote area far from the designated swimming area.  It was quiet, and there were dry rocks to sit on.  She pulled off her shoes and let her feet dangle in the water.  The sun caught the auburn highlights in her hair.

“What a wonderful spot,” she murmured to herself.  There was a noise behind her, and she turned.  Sam had walked up and was standing behind her.

“How are you?” he asked.  She smiled faintly, squinting up at him through the bright sunshine.

“I’m alright.  Have a seat.” Sam slipped off his sandals and rolled up his jeans.

“If you insist,” he said with a grin, sliding onto the rock next to her.  He let his feet dangle next to hers in the warm ocean water.  She glanced at his handsome profile.

“What are you doing here?” she asked softly.  He smiled at her.

“Probably the same thing you are… getting away from all the people.  You don’t mind do you?”

“No.  I was just wondering.” They were silent for a long time.  Cotey glanced at him several times.  He turned suddenly, catching her watching him.

“You know, if I scared you last night…” he trailed off.

“You didn’t.  I’m the one who kissed you.  It was weird… it’s been a long time since I kissed anyone.” He put his hand over hers.

“I’m glad.  If I made you uncomfortable at all, I’m sorry.” She nodded and looked back out at the rolling waves.

“You didn’t.  Just drop it Sam,” she said.

“OK.  But I know you were scared a little, even if you did kiss me.” She shrugged.

“Yeah, I was.  I’m trying really hard to forget what happened, to move on with my life.  I like you a lot, and I don’t want to think about that stuff all the time.  Nobody understands what I go through every time somebody touches me though.”

“Maybe not, but I don’t want you to be afraid of me.  I don’t want to wonder what you’re thinking every time I give you a hug or something.    I want to be with you, but you need to trust me if that’s going to happen.”

“It’s just going to take time.  I don’t know how long… I wish I could just snap my fingers.  I hope that you can stick with me through all this.” He took a deep breath and gave her hand a squeeze.

“I’ll be here,” he promised, kissing her cheek.  After another moment of silence he said, “I need to head back up to the hotel.  Jason wanted to go swimming or something.”

“OK.  I’ll see you later.” He stood and started to walk away.  “Sam?” she called.  He turned so he was looking at her again.  “I trust you more than I trust anyone,” she said.  He smiled down at her.

“I’m glad… really glad.” With those final words he turned and walked up the beach.  Cotey sighed and turned back to the ocean.

That evening all four friends decided to take advantage of the hotel’s stables.  Cotey picked an energetic young pinto and Carrie chose a black mare.  The boys picked matching bay geldings that seemed full of mischief.

“Ok, the lady said we could take them up the beach and through the woods over there.  Let’s go,” Cotey said.  She signaled her horse to canter, and the gelding took off.  Sam was close behind, with Carrie and Jason following at a leisurely trot.  Cotey’s position was flawless, and she barely moved as her mount cantered along the beach.  She smiled as the wind whipped her hair in all directions.  She went into a two-point and murmured the words, “Let’s go.” The animal beneath her exploded into a gallop.  They flew along the shore, and Cotey smiled.  Sam had dropped back to a trot and was watching the way she rode.  She made it look so perfect, like an art form.  She looked like she was part of her horse.  He watched as she slowed to a trot, then came to a standstill.  She turned in the saddle and waved to her friends.  As soon as everyone had caught up she said, “We should either walk or trot through the woods.  I don’t want any accidents.” They all agreed and made their way through the woods, Cotey in the lead.

They returned almost two hours later, and everyone was starving.  They decided on room service, and spent the time eating and watching a movie on TV.

“I’m so full,” Carrie said when she was done eating.  Cotey grinned and glanced outside.  The sun was just starting to sink low in the sky.

“Let’s go out for a walk,” she suggested.  She slipped a pair of flip flops on, and the rest of her friends followed suit.  They walked along in silence, again splitting up.  Jason and Carrie sat down to watch the waves roll in as the sun set, while Cotey and Sam continued walking.  Cotey reached over and laced her fingers through Sam’s.

“I’m glad your Mom thought of this,” Sam said suddenly.  She nodded and smiled a little.

“I was so surprised… I guess she just wanted me to have a good summer before college.  I love it here.” Sam nodded, looking out at the ocean.  The sun cast a warm orange glow over the waves, making it look as if the sun was coming in with the tide.

“You know something?” he asked.

“I know lots of somethings, which one are you talking about?” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze.

“I just wanted you to know that I’m glad I’m here with you.  I’m glad you decided to kiss me last night, and I’m really glad that you trust me.” She smiled up at him.

“So am I.” There was a long moment of silence, and Cotey wondered if she had said something wrong.  Sam looked down at her seriously.

“Would you mind if I kiss you again?” he asked softly.

“I don’t think so,” she said somewhat hesitantly.  He leaned down and brought his lips over hers gently.  It went on for a minute, and suddenly he felt her arms around his neck.  He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her closer.  She didn’t pull away.  They stayed that way for a long time before she stepped back.

“I’m sorry, that went a little faster than I meant it to,” he murmured.

“It’s ok.  I’m ok,” she assured him.  But that wasn’t really true; once again her mind was replaying everything that had happened with Jeff, and she couldn’t push pause.

Carrie was almost ready for bed when Cotey walked into their hotel room.  She was wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of blue shorts.

“So where’ve you been?” she asked coyly.  Cotey smiled softly.

“Get your head out of the gutter.  I was talking with Sam.”

“Well, since there are no interesting details I guess I’ll go to sleep.” She flopped back onto her pillows and then asked, “Did he kiss you?”

“Maybe,” Cotey told her, pulling on a pair of cream colored shorts and a red tank top.  Carrie sat up again, leaning on her elbows.

“Did he or didn’t he?” she demanded.  Cotey slid under the covers with a shrug.  As she reached over to turn out the light, a small frown spread across her face.

“What do you think?” she whispered.

The next morning Cotey awoke before Carrie.  It was already beginning to get warm and the sun was shining.  She pulled on her swimsuit, and then put on a pair of white cotton shorts and a white t-shirt over it.  She left the room quietly and walked down to the beach.  Nobody was there, except for a few teenagers and two lifeguards.  She put her towel down and then stripped down to her bathing suit.  As she swam through the foamy surf she let her mind drift back to the night before.  She stopped at the slide, then sat on the bottom.  More people were starting to arrive on the beach, so she swam back and got her towel.  She walked slowly to the secluded area she had been sitting in the day before and slid into the water.

“Hey miss, you’re not suppose to be swimming over here!” a voice called suddenly.  She turned and saw a tall, handsome lifeguard standing on the rocks.  She swam back over to the shore and climbed out.

“Sorry, I didn’t know.” He pointed to a sign that stated that there was no swimming.  She shrugged.

“We just don’t want anyone to get hurt.  Jellyfish come in once in awhile.” Cotey nodded, holding her towel around herself tightly.

“Sorry.  I’ll go back to the designated areas,” she said, turning and walking away.

Later that afternoon Cotey was still on the beach, trying to relax.

“Cotey!” a voice called.  She turned and glanced up.  Sam was jogging toward her, his face drawn with concern.

“What’s the matter?” she asked, standing up.  He grabbed her shoulders gently.

“There’s an emergency call from New York.  They need to talk to you.” She grabbed her towel.

“Thanks.  Will you carry my stuff for me?”

“Sure,” he said, watching as she jogged toward the hotel.

Cotey swallowed hard and managed to say, “Thank you.” She hung up the phone, putting her hands to her face and rubbing hard.  She grabbed her shirt, towel, and shorts and walked out of the hotel.  As she walked quickly down the beach, tears stung her eyes.  She remembered how she’d felt after her father’s death in the Gulf War, and now it was happening again.  Her mother was gone.  She walked to the rocks again and sank wearily down to a sitting position.  She began to cry, pulling her knees up to her chest.  Suddenly she felt somebody’s strong arms come around her.  She pulled away with such force that she almost fell into the water.  The person grabbed her arm, steadying her.

“Cotey, it’s alright.  It’s just me,” Sam said quietly.  She wiped her eyes quickly.

I’m sorry.  Just reflex.” He frowned as he looked at her tear-streaked face.

“What’s the matter?  What was the phone call about?” he asked.  Cotey felt her stomach flip over.

“My mother…she was found this morning in our house.  She committed suicide,” she whispered.  Sam moved to hug her again, but she pulled out of his reach.

“Come on Cotey, I just want to help,” he told her earnestly.

“I don’t want help.  I should’ve been helping my mother… should’ve noticed something was wrong.  This is all my fault,” she muttered.

“Cotey, this is her fault.  She made a choice.  There was nothing you could’ve done.  It’s her fault.” She stood angrily, pulling her shirt over her head.

“Don’t you dare say that!  I should have known something was wrong when she sent me here.  She was never like this before…” she stopped abruptly and drew in a shaky breath.  “I need to go to the other side of the island.  My Aunt lives here in the summers.” She stood and stalked away, heading for the hotel stables.

The stable lent her a fast pinto, and Cotey rode into her Aunt’s stable yard about two hours later.  Caro Bartholomew rushed out of the house, hugging her only niece tightly.

“Cotey, honey, what are you doing here?” she demanded.

“It’s about Mom.  I found out a couple hours ago that she killed herself.” The woman gasped and began to cry softly.

“Oh god.  I never thought she’d… Oh honey are you alright?” Cotey shrugged.

“I don’t know.  The hits just keep coming,” she muttered.

“God sweetie, these past three years haven’t been good to you have they?  First your father, then the rape… now this.” Cotey nodded.

“I just came to tell you.  Our lawyer is flying down with her will on Saturday.  He’ll read it at some firm, and he wanted you to be there.  I guess you’re my legal guardian now.”

“Thank you for coming all the way hon.  It’s much better than a phone call.”

“Figured I was on the island so I may as well.  Give me a leg up will you?” Caro boosted her niece onto the tall pinto’s back.  “I’ll see you Saturday,” she said before turning and riding off at a brisk trot.

That Saturday Cotey and her aunt met with the lawyer.  Cotey wore the same hunter dress she had worn the first night in the Bahamas.  She sat in one of the expensive leather chairs and waited for the man to begin.

“Well first of all, I’d like to say how sorry I am.  I’ve known your family a long time Cotey, and I know she was a wonderful woman,” he said.  Cotey smiled.

“Thanks Joe, I appreciate it.” He smiled.

“Ok.  Let’s begin.  Your mother left all of her accounts to you Cotey.  Caro, you now have legal guardianship.  The house in the U.S. is yours, along with the assets there… basically everything.  She loved you a lot.” Cotey nodded, but didn’t believe that for a moment.

“Is that all?” she asked after a moment.

“Almost.  I just need you to sign some papers to transfer the accounts to the Bahamas.  Then your aunt needs to sign the custody papers.” They signed what needed to be signed, then left.

They went out to dinner that night, eating silently for most of the meal.

“I’ll send for my horses, clothes and stuff.  My dad’s family still lives around my house,” Cotey told her Aunt suddenly, breaking the silence.

“Ok.  Do you want your own place or do you want to live with me?” Caro asked.

“I guess I can afford either can’t I?  I need to talk to my friends… I want them to stay here with me.  At least for awhile.  I’m not sure if they’ll want to, with college starting soon.  I’m going to ask though.”

“If that’s what you want.  Are you going to stay at my house tonight?”

“Yeah.  I think that’d be easier.  I’m tired and I need to think.”

“Well let’s go home.  Then you can get some rest.” They paid their bill and left the restaurant.

Cotey sat in her aunt’s spare bedroom and stared out the window.  It overlooked the beach.  She kept playing the reasons for her mother’s death over and over in her mind, always coming back to the conclusion that she did something.  There was a knock on the door and she wiped the tears from her eyes quickly.

“Come in!” she called.  Her aunt stepped in and smiled.

“How’re you doing?” she asked.  Cotey shrugged.

“How am I suppose to be doing?  My mother is dead.” The woman smiled sadly.

“You’re just like her.  She said the same thing after your father died.” Cotey frowned.

“She had a good reason to.  I guess there is something we have in common.” Caro gave her a confused look.

“I thought you two had a lot in common,” she said.  Cotey shook her head.

“I wouldn’t have killed myself… that puts us in two totally different categories.” They were silent for a long moment.  “Could you leave now?  I just want to go to sleep.”

“Sure hon.  I’ll see you in the morning,” she said, leaving her niece alone.  Cotey crawled into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin and falling into a fitful sleep.

The next morning Cotey awoke to sun streaming through the open deck doors.  She glanced at the clock and found that it was nearly noon.

“I shouldn’t sleep so late.  When the horses get here I’ll be up at five,” she chastised herself.  There was a laugh from the doorway.

“Do you always talk to yourself?” her aunt asked as she placed a tray of breakfast on her bed.

“Only when I need someone to talk to.  Thanks for the food.  After I’m done could you lend me some breeches and a horse?”

“Are you going back to the hotel to talk with your friends?” she asked.  Cotey nodded.

“Yeah.”

“You can borrow whoever you want.  Take Mr. Man.” Cotey tried to hide her surprise.  Mr. Man was a retired champion that had won nearly every show he’d been entered in.

“Are you sure?  He’s very valuable… I don’t want him to get hurt.”

“Relax honey, I trust you with him.” Cotey smiled gratefully, taking a bite of melon.

“Thanks.  Will you get those breeches ready for me?  I want to get moving as soon as possible.

“Sure, I’ll be right back.” Cotey smiled a little, looking out the window with sad eyes.

Cotey walked into her hotel room later that afternoon.  All of her friends were sitting on her bed playing Trivial Pursuit.

“Hey guys,” she said.  They all turned, surprised smiles on their faces.

“Hey, how are you?” Sam asked, standing up.  He moved to put his arms around her, but she stepped back.

“I’m ok.  My aunt got full custody, so I need to move down here for the time being.  I’m having all my things sent… and I was hoping you guys would stay.  All of you.” She saw the looks of shock on her friends’ faces.  Carrie just stared at her, Jason gave a cough, and Sam plopped down on the bed.

“Wow,” they whispered in unison.  Cotey sat down on the small night stand beside the bed.

“I know that your parents might not be ok with it, and I know it’s a lot to ask.  I’m freaking out thinking about moving here myself.  If you don’t want to, or if you can’t because of college and all that, I’ll understand.” Carrie stood up and put a hand on Cotey’s shoulder.

“I don’t think it’s a lot to ask.  I think that I have no idea how I’ll convince my parents.  I think you’re the best friend in the world for asking me.” Jason stood next, smiling at her.

“I’m thinking the same thing.  Thanks Cotey.” Cotey glanced at Sam, who was still sitting on the bed.

“Sam?” she asked quietly.  He stood, looked her directly in the eye, and shrugged.

“My Dad won’t care.  Thanks Cotey.” He turned and walked out to the balcony.

“Could you guys leave us alone for a minute?” she asked.  They nodded and left the room.  Cotey went outside.  Sam’s back was to her, and he was staring out at the ocean.

“Are you mad at me?” she asked quietly.  She saw his head shake.

“You just don’t know my Dad,” he said softly.

“So?  You told me he was a good role model and everything.  He trains all those horses, and he’ll buy you anything you want.” Sam turned around suddenly, staring down at her with angry eyes.

“Do you think I care about his stupid money?  I don’t have a real father Cotey.  Sure, he taught me how to be a good businessman, and how to act around a girl.  He never did anything with me.  He may be a good role model, but he isn’t a good father.” Cotey stared at him, noticing the tear that slipped down his cheek.  They stood there for a long time before Cotey finally put her arms around him.  He put his arms around her shoulders, and felt her begin to cry.  He held her tightly, not caring if she was afraid or not.

“I don’t have anyone,” she whispered.  Sam shook his head, rubbing her back gently.

“You have Carrie and Jason, your aunt… and you have me.  You won’t be alone, not as long as I’m here.” He pulled away and brushed tears from her cheeks.

“Thank you.  I didn’t mean to go off on my own stuff… I was suppose to be helping you.  Sorry.” Sam shook his head.

“Your mother just died… you don’t have anything to apologize for.  From what I understand, the past few years haven’t been the greatest.” She shook her head, but didn’t say anything for a moment.

“Thank you,” she said finally, standing on her tiptoes and hugging him even tighter.  Sam smiled a little, hugging her back.  After a moment he pulled away slightly, leaning down to kiss her.  Cotey was caught totally off guard, and whimpered something Sam didn’t fully understand.  He pulled away and looked at her.  Her face was a mixture of fear and confusion.

“Sorry, I wasn’t thinking,” he muttered.  Cotey pulled out of his embrace, shaking her head.

“Neither was I.” She walked back into the room, and he followed.

“What do you mean?” he asked softly.  She sat down on the edge of her bed and sighed.

“It’s just that I sort of gave you the idea that you could kiss me.  I wasn’t thinking about things… and I got scared.  I need to pay attention.” Sam sat down next to her and took her hand.

“No, I need to pay more attention.  I know how you feel about things like that and I’m sorry.” She opened her mouth to disagree, but he shook his head. “Be quiet.  Just agree with me this time.” She smiled.

“Alright.  Sam, if you want to go back home, I understand.  I mean, there are plenty of girls there who aren’t afraid to kiss a guy… girls who aren’t afraid to call you their boyfriend,” she muttered.  Sam moved so he was kneeling in front of her.

“Cotey, the only girl I want is right here.  You’re the only girl I’ll ever want.  I meant what I said before.  My dad won’t care.  I want to stay.” They were silent for several moments.

“Let’s get out of here for awhile… go to the beach or something,” she said suddenly.

“Do you have your suit on?”

“Yeah, under my clothes.  Come on, I need to get out of here.”

Two weeks later Cotey, Carrie, Jason, and Sam rode their horses along the beach.  Cotey’s three horses had been shipped, along with her friends’ horses.  Carrie was riding Rainy, her medium-sized bay mare.  Jason was on a large bay called More.  Sam was riding his beloved black mare, Justice, and Cotey was on her 17 hand tall, dark bay mare Premie.  They were looking for a place to live.  Cotey had decided she would prefer to have her own space, rather than live with her aunt.  Up ahead she saw Carrie and Jason ease their mounts to a halt.

“What’s up guys?” she called.  They pointed to a house that was sitting on a small hill.  It was large white house with light blue shutters.  It was also for sale.  Cotey asked Premie to Canter and they flew up the beach.  All three of her friends were smiling.

“I think it looks ok.  Let’s go talk with the owner,” Sam said.  They walked the horses into the front yard, tethering them to a low tree branch.  Cotey knock on the front door, and it was answered by a young woman.

“May I help you kids?” she asked with a smile.  Cotey nodded.

“I think so.  We’d like to take a look at the house,” she explained.  A small look of surprise passed over the woman’s face.

“You must be Caro Bartholomew’s niece.  She called and mentioned that you were looking for a place.  Come on in.” The four friends walked into the house, surprised at how much space there was.  There were three bedrooms, a bathroom, a large kitchen, and a living room.  Cotey checked the back door and found that it led to a deck that extended around the house to all of the bedrooms.  There were sliding glass doors on every bedroom that allowed a beautiful view of the beach.

“How much of this do you own?” Cotey asked, motioning toward the beach.

“About four miles both ways.  There’s a small cavern down the beach to the left, and to the right there’s a stretch of woods.  It’s a nice piece of land, but my husband is ill and needs to be closer to the hospital.” Cotey nodded and looked at her friends; they all nodded.

“I guess we’ll take it.”

Two weeks later Cotey and her friends moved into the house.  Cotey had a large barn built, along with several paddocks and an exercise ring.  The horses adjusted fairly easily to their new environment.

“Carrie, get up.  We’ve got to go out and work the horses,” Cotey said early one morning.  Carrie sat up and looked at the clock.

“It’s five in the morning!  You expect me to get up at five in the morning, in the rain?” she demanded.  Cotey nodded.

“I’m not working them for you.  Besides, a little rain never hurt anybody.” Carrie got out of bed and pulled on a pair of breeches, a sweatshirt, and her rubber boots.

“This is crazy.  We can’t do this every day.  We should make up a schedule for who should feed on different days.”

“That’s a great idea, but we’ll have to do it later.” They walked outside, pulling on their rain slickers.  The guys were just making their way down to the barn too.

“This is stupid.  Incense hates thunder and lightning, Premie is just going to fool around, and Maiden is going to be a space cadet,” Sam told Cotey as she mounted Incense.  The large black gelding danced to the side.  Cotey smiled and urged him into the ring.

“Easy boy, it’s alright,” she murmured.  He seemed to relax a bit, but Cotey could still feel the tension in his steps.  She asked for a trot and after a moment’s hesitation he obeyed.  “Pay attention Incense,” she said, tapping his shoulder with her crop.  Thunder was rumbling and rain was falling in buckets.  Cotey had taken off her slicker, not wanting to scare Incense any more than he already was.  The animal trotted around the ring many times before she asked him to canter.  As she did, a loud crash of thunder sounded and lightning lit the sky.  Incense reared up.  “Easy boy,” she murmured.  He began to canter and Cotey sat to it easily.  After a few times around she pulled up, cooled him down, and walked him out of the ring.  Cotey had Carrie take him into the barn while she mounted Premie.  The duo moved into the ring, Premie prancing eagerly.  They warmed up at a brisk trot, then Cotey pulled up and they walked from the ring.

“Where’re you going?” Jason asked.  Cotey smiled, looking down at her friends.

“She’s a racehorse, she needs to gallop.  I’m taking her down the beach.” She got to the damp sand and began to canter.  After a few minutes she signaled Premie to gallop.  They flew along the beach, Cotey in a tight two point.  When they were halfway to the cavern, Cotey pulled up and let her walk on a free rein, turning back to the house.  Her friends were waiting, Carrie holding Maiden.  Cotey switched off and rode her youngest horse into the ring.  Maiden had been a gift from her father three years before, and was only five.

“Just be careful Cotey,” Sam said.  She smiled, turning in the saddle and shaking her head.

“You’re too much Sam.” She asked the animal to trot, and Maiden obeyed.  They went around quickly, Maiden’s stride extended.  She side stepped puddles, seemingly not wanting to get her feet wet.  Cotey asked for a canter, and the mare jumped into the gait.  Cotey sat deeply in the saddle, tightening her reins slightly so Maiden wouldn’t take off with her.  Her heals went down as far as she could force them, and she made the mare canter smoothly around the ring.  When she was done Cotey dismounted and checked her over for any strained muscles.

“Is she ok?” Sam’s voice asked from behind her.  She turned and found herself face to face with him.  Cotey took a quick step backwards, bumping into Maiden’s side.

“She’s fine,” she said quickly, turning and leading Maiden to the barn.

“Cotey would you just wait a minute!” he called, stalking after her.  She kept walking and he let out an exasperated breath.  He reached Maiden’s stall and walked in after her.  She was grooming the mare slowly, her face blank.  It was an expression Sam remembered from the winter before.  “Cotey, what’s wrong?” he asked, going to her side and putting his hand over hers.  She didn’t look at him.

“Nothing.  I’m just trying to take care of my horse… sorry if I worried you.”

“There is something wrong.  You’re a horrible liar, so why don’t you just tell me what’s going on.  You’ve been like this since I kissed you in the hotel.” She shrugged and pulled her hand from under his.

“I told you there’s nothing wrong,” she whispered.  Sam grabbed her shoulders and spun her to face him.  There were tears slipping slowly down her cheeks.

“What did I do this time?” he asked.  She looked at him seriously.

“Why does everyone always think it’s their fault?  Maybe it isn’t you, you know.  Maybe I did it to myself.” He searched her eyes, trying to figure out what was wrong.  Finally she just shook her head and put her arms around his waist.  Sam put his arms around her and pulled her closer.  They stood that way for a long time, Cotey never wanting to leave.

Later that afternoon it was still raining, and everyone was bored.

“Why don’t we do something?” Cotey suggested.  Carrie looked up from her magazine.

“We could go for a ride.  It’s not raining as hard, and the thunder stopped.”

“That’s a good idea.  Do you guys want to come?” Carrie asked Sam and Jason.  They both shook their heads.

“No, I don’t feel like catching pneumonia,” Sam said.

“Same here,” Jason agreed.  The girls laughed.

“Well we’re going,” Cotey said.  The guys shrugged and then waved as they walked out.

Cotey and Carrie cantered their horses along the beach, talking and laughing.  Cotey was riding Premie, and Carrie was riding Rainy.  Cotey signaled Carrie to slow down.

“What’s up?” Cotey shrugged and patted Premie’s neck with a smile.

“Nothing.  I just felt like walking for awhile.  Premie already had a tough work out this morning,” she explained.  Carrie nodded and Rainy fell in step beside them.  The cavern was just ahead so Cotey asked Premie for a sitting trot.  Carrie did the same and they soon reached the small grotto.  They both dismounted and tethered the horses to hitching posts they had put up when they first moved in.  After the horses were secure they climbed up to a rocky seat above the water.

“You know something Cotey?” Carrie asked quietly, staring out at the ocean.  The rain made almost unnoticeable splashes in the water.  Cotey shook her head as she too stared out across the ocean.

“No, what?” Carrie turned and watched her friend’s profile.

“If I was you, I don’t think I could handle it.” Cotey shrugged.

“It’s not so hard Carre.  You just have to go on with your life… kind of like nothing ever happened.

“I don’t think I could do that.  If everything that has happened to you happened to me, I wouldn’t want to live through it.” Cotey was silent, and Carrie took the hint and was quiet too.  They sat that way for a long time, just staring out across the ocean.

“I don’t think I could ever stop living,” Cotey said suddenly.  “I love life… even the bad parts.  Dad was the same way.  Mom just wasn’t like that I guess.” Carrie nodded again, but Cotey didn’t see it.  She was still facing the ocean, not wanting her friend to see the pain in her eyes.

Carrie and Cotey got home over and hour later and went into the house after taking care of the horses.  Sam and Jason were playing a serious game of poker, betting with Oreo cookies instead of money.

“I’ll see your cookie and raise you two,” Sam told Jason, his face blank of emotion.  Jason smiled.

“Well aren’t you confident?” he joked.  Sam smiled and nodded slowly.

“I guess I am.  Are you in or not?” Jason laughed and put his two cookies in the  center of the table.  Sam nodded with satisfaction and said, “OK, put your cards on the table.” Jason put his cards down slowly, revealing a hand of three jacks.  “Nice try, but my kings beat you.” Jason sighed and watched as Sam pulled the pile of Oreos to his side of the table.  The girls smiled and sat down.

“So you think you’re hot?” Cotey asked him.  Sam gave her a withering look.

“Do you think you are?” he challenged.  She shrugged indifferently.

“I don’t know.  Why don’t we find out?” she asked.  She made Jason give her his remaining cookies, promising he’d get them back.

“Do you want to deal, Cotey?” Sam asked, a grin playing on his handsome face.  She nodded, taking the cards from him.  As soon as she had them, Sam knew he was in big trouble.

“Ok, the game’s five card stud.  Jacks and threes are wild.” Sam nodded, picking his cards up and putting two down.

“Two,” he muttered.  Cotey gave him two cards and kept all her own.

“Let’s see them,” she said.  He put his down, a pair of fives.  She smiled and put her own hand on the table.  “Three kings and two aces,” she said.  That was just the beginning.  An hour later Cotey had won every cookie on the table.

“It was rigged,” Sam said.  “There’s no way you could’ve beat me.”

“Thanks a lot… but I didn’t cheat.  I didn’t need to.  That was the easiest winning I’ve done in a long time.” Carrie nodded between giggles.

“Don’t play her at chess either… she’ll kick your butt,” she said.  Sam nodded smugly and stood up.

“Thanks for the warning.  I wish you’d warned me about the cards before I’d played her.” Cotey laughed again.

“Relax Sam, you didn’t do that badly,” Jason said with a smile.

“You’re right, he did worse,” she said.  Sam laughed, watching as Cotey dissolved into giggles.  Carrie lost her balance and fell out of her chair, knocking Cotey over.  Sam watched, glancing at Jason.  He nodded, thinking the same thing Sam was: I missed this.

That night Carrie and Cotey were in their room.  Cotey was writing in her journal and Carrie was listening to Lisa Loeb on her headphones.  Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

“Come in!” Cotey called.  The door opened and Jason walked in, one finger to his lips.  Cotey smiled, watching as he snuck up behind Carrie and shook the chair she was sitting in.  Carrie let out a little scream, turning to glare at Jason.

“You jerk,” she said, taking the headphones off.  “I could’ve fallen and hurt myself,” she scolded with a laugh.  They began to kiss and Cotey decided that it was time for her to leave.  She grabbed a light sweater and walked out into the early night.

The sun was just beginning to set and its light cast a warm glow over the water and sand.  Cotey hugged the sweater tight around her slim shoulders, then leaned down and pulled her whit canvas sneakers off.  After rolling her jeans up she walked in the surf slowly, looking across the waves and toward the horizon.  She remembered the first time she’d been to the Bahamas, when she was seven.  Her parents had brought her for a vacation.  The sky had looked just like it did at that moment.

“You look like you could use some company,” a voice said.  She turned, taking in a big breath of relief when she saw Sam.

“Hey,” she muttered.  He smiled softly, touching her shoulder gently.

“Hey.  You should’ve told me you were coming down here.  I would’ve kept you company,” he said.  She shrugged and his hand left her shoulder.

“Jason and Carrie kind of kicked me out of my room.  One of those heat of the moment deals,” she explained.

“Oh.  They have a lot of those don’t they?  I don’t know anyone that has them quite so often.  We don’t,” he said.  Cotey turned, feeling the sting of tears in her eyes.  Sam sighed, putting his hands on her shoulders and squeezing lightly.  “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean it that way.”

“It’s ok.  I know what you meant.” Sam sighed, releasing her and turning toward the ocean.

“Why don’t you just yell at me and get it over with?” he demanded.

“I don’t want to yell at you.”

“Is that because you’re afraid of me, or because you’re not angry?”

“I’m not angry.  Why would I be angry with you?” she asked, putting her hand on his arm.

“I insulted you and our relationship,” he said simply.

“You didn’t mean it that way.  Listen Sam, if I was mad you’d know it.  I don’t beat around the bush no matter how much I care about someone.”

“Alright.  Wanna continue that walk?” She smiled and put her arm around his waist.

“Definitely,” she said.

The next morning Cotey awoke on the couch.  A light blanket was spread over her, and her pillow was Sam.  She sat up carefully, looking down at him and watching his broad chest rise and fall.  Suddenly his eyes flickered open and he smiled up at her.

“Morning,” he said in the midst of a yawn.  She smiled.

“Tired?” she asked.  The vague light of dawn was just beginning to creep through the Venetian blinds.

“A little.  My hand is asleep too.  I think you slept on it all night.” She smiled.

“Sorry.  Do you feel like going out for a walk?” Sam nodded.

“Sure.  Just let me get my breeches and boots on.  I’ll meet you down at the barn.” Cotey got up then extended her hand to help him up.  They both walked to their rooms, whispering plans of where they would ride to.

Cotey got to the barn before Sam did, so she got Justice’s tack and put it next to the mare’s stall door.  After she was done, she retrieved Maiden’s saddle, bridle, and brushes.  She let herself into the stall and patted Maiden’s neck.

“Morning girl,” she said.  Maiden nickered softly and nudged her shoulder.  Cotey groomed vigorously, smiling when Maiden nipped at her backside.  “Quit it,” she warned, still grinning.

“Cotey are you down here?” Sam called.  Cotey leaned over the stall door.

“Yeah, I’m with Maiden!  Your tack is already at Justice’s stall,” she returned.

“Thanks!” She nodded and returned to grooming.  When she was done, Cotey saddled up and led Maiden from the stall.  Sam led Justice out moments later.

“So, are you finally ready?” she joked.  He grinned and swung into his saddle.

“Yup.  Let’s get going,” he said.  They trotted from the stable yard and then cantered through the frothy surf.  “Do you want to go to the cavern?” he called over the sound of pounding hooves.  She nodded and glanced at him.

“Sure!” They cantered on until they reached the cavern.  Once there they hitched the horses to the posts and stripped down to their swimsuits.  Cotey slid into the warm water and Sam followed.  He watched her as she did the backstroke.

“How long did you take swimming lessons?” he asked  She stopped and smiled at him.

“A long time.  Dad was in the Navy, so swimming was kind of required.”

“I should’ve taken lessons.  I’d love to be able to swim like that.”

“It’s easy.  You just have to relax… at least that’s how I do it.  I never could concentrate on it too much.  There was too much going on to think about.”

“Horseback riding, karate, swimming, piano, dram club?” he asked with a grin.

“That about sums it up.  Well, other than cake decorating with Mom and Shakespeare classes with Dad.” Sam gave her a bewildered look.

“Shakespeare?  You couldn’t have been that old.”

“I was twelve and a half.  I read a couple sonnets and liked them, so I told Daddy.  He liked him too, so he signed us up.  Those were the best Fridays of my life.” Sam nodded, turning over on his back and floating.  Cotey smiled.

“What?” Sam demanded.  She shrugged her shoulders casually and followed his lead.

“Nothing.  It’s just you’re so…” she trailed off, trying to think of the right word.

“Gorgeous, wonderful superb, the best?” he filled in.  “Need I go on?” he asked.

“Please don’t, I feel sick.” Sam laughed and sent a spray of water in her direction.  “If you’re looking for a water fight, then you’ll get one.  Just don’t plan on winning,” she said, abandoning her floating.  Sam did the same and sent another wave of water over her head.  She sent a larger one back, causing Sam to sputter.  She laughed and sent more water in his direction, not relenting for a moment.  Sam went under water quietly and swam to her side.  When he came up she was still splashing blindly.  Sam grinned and pushed her under water.  When she came up she was coughing and breathing heavily.

“Are you alright?” he asked, touching her shoulder gently.  She pulled away, her coughing forgotten.  Her eyes were filled with a dull fear he had come to recognize.

“I’m fine,” she told him quickly, thinking she could mask her fear.

“No you’re not.  I’m sorry… I shouldn’t have done any of that.” She sighed.

“This has to be difficult, doesn’t it?” she muttered.

“What does?”

“Us going out with each other.  I couldn’t be a normal girl who isn’t afraid of her boyfriend could I?” Sam shrugged.

“You’re pretty normal.  You just have a lot going on in your head.”

“It isn’t fair to anyone, especially you.”

“It doesn’t really bother me.  You aren’t that bad,” he kidded.  She smiled weakly.

“It isn’t fair.  You deserve better than this… you’re only eighteen.  You shouldn’t have to commit to a life of celibacy quite yet.”

“I can’t think of anyone better than you to be with Cotey,” he said softly.

“Did your father teach you t be smooth like that?” she asked, meaning it as a joke.

“My father didn’t teach  me anything,” he muttered.  Cotey put her arms around his shoulders loosely.

“I was kidding.  Don’t be so serious, ok?” He nodded, looking at her seriously.  She swallowed hard, knowing what he wanted.  After a moment she gave a slight nod and Sam leaned down and kissed her.  Everything was ok until he slid his hand down to rest on the small of her back and the rape flashed into her mind.  She pushed him away.

“Did I do something wrong/” he asked quietly.  Cotey shook her head and sighed.

“No, I did.  You hardly ever do anything… it’s usually me.”

“I don’t understand,” he said, his frown deepening.

“It’s ok.  It doesn’t matter.  Just leave it alone.”

“I don’t think I can.  I don’t know why you’re blaming yourself of being afraid of me.”

“I’m not afraid of you… I’m afraid of him,” she said.  After a moment she added, “It’s no big deal.”

“Yes it is.  If you can’t trust me enough to tell me, then I guess you don’t trust me.” She turned her head away briefly in an attempt to collect her thoughts.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you Sam… I don’t trust me.” She swam to shore and climbed out of the water.  Sam watched as she pulled on her jeans, socks and boots and swung into her saddle.  She rode away at a canter and Sam sighed.

When Sam got home he found Cotey and Jason in a heated battle of chess.  Cotey had him in check and he was trying to get out of it.  She was smiling.

“Come on Jas, move or admit that you can’t beat me,” she told him, her eyes dancing.  Jason looked up at her, his eyes hard.

“Be quiet Cotey or I’ll shove my queen up your…” Sam cut him off, placing a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“Watch it Jas, that’s my girlfriend you’re talking to,” he warned.  Jason glared up at him.

“Your girlfriend is kicking my butt.” Sam laughed and winked at Cotey.  She didn’t see it because she was concentrating on the board.  Jason moved his rook.  As soon as his hand was off the piece she grinned and moved her bishop.

“Checkmate,” she said.  He stared at her incredulously.

“You must’ve cheated,” he said.

“Kind of.  I played someone I knew I could beat.” Sam laughed and Jason glared at him.

“Some best friend you are, taking her side over mine,” he complained.  He was smiling though.

“Me?  I’m must an innocent bystander,” Sam said, feigning innocence.

“Yeah right.  I’m going to go out and work More.  Anyone want to come watch?” Carrie had just walked in and nodded.

“Yeah.  I need to work with Rainy.”

“Sam?”

“Sure.  Justice could use a little work over fences.”  Everyone looked at Cotey and she smiled.

“Incense and Premie could stand a little work,” she replied.  Everyone walked out, Cotey grabbing her high boots from the corner and carrying them outside.

Sam decided that he should go first, despite the feelings of his friends.

“I’ll just take her over twice, then someone else can go,” he told them.

“No rush Sam,” Jason muttered.  Sam grinned and went into the ring.  The first time through went beautifully, but disaster struck on the next round.  Justice refused a big spread jump and Sam took it solo.  Cotey was at his side instantly, her face drawn and concern.

“Are you alright?” she demanded.

“I think I hurt my wrist,” he muttered.

“I’ll go call my aunt and have her pick us up.” She turned to Carrie and Jason.  “Stay with him while I go call.  Carrie, would you take Justice in?” They both nodded and she jogged toward the house.

Several hours later Cotey and Sam came home.  Sam had indeed sprained his wrist, and couldn’t ride for several weeks.  Cotey thanked her aunt before going into the house, expecting to find Sam resting.  Instead she heard bickering coming from the living room.

“I’m not tired and I’m not cranky.  You don’t have to play nurse Carrie,” Sam’s voice ground out.

“I’m not!  I’m just worried.  You don’t need to be such a grouch,” Carrie retorted.  Cotey hurried into the room.

“What’s going on?” she demanded.  All eyes fell on her.

“We were trying to persuade Sam to lay down and rest,” Carrie told her, throwing a dirty glance to Sam.  He glared back.

“They were trying to play mommy and daddy.  If they keep getting caught up in the heat of the moment they won’t be pretending any more,” he muttered.  Cotey gasped and stepped in front of Jason as he took a menacing step toward Sam.

“Hold on!  Relax and sit down,” she ordered, pointing to a chair.  Jason sat down and looked up at her.  Carrie stood next to her.  “First of all, I won’t have you guys fighting like this in my house.  You guys don’t need to be fawning all over Sam.  Second… what does everyone want for dinner?” Both of the guys smiled.

“Hamburgers,” Sam said.  Jason nodded.

“I only want two Cotey… I still need to work with More,” he said.

“I didn’t say I was making dinner.  I just asked what everyone wanted.  I’ll be down working Incense.  I think it’s your turn to cook Jas.”

“Didn’t I cook last night?” he complained.  Carrie shook her head.

“No, the food was good last night,” Sam said.  Jason laughed.

“I guess it must be me then.  How many do you want Cotey?” he asked.

“One.  I’ll be back up in awhile.  Carrie do you want to come and work on our routine?” she asked.  Carrie nodded and followed Cotey down to the barn.

After rehearsing their routine the girls cooled their mounts.  Jason and Sam watched from the deck where they were grilling the burgers.

“Cotey’s doing really well with Maiden,” Jason said.  Sam nodded.

“Cotey is an amazing rider.  She has all the confidence in the world, and knows what she’s doing.  She’s up there to make her horse better, and she succeeds.” Jason nodded, taking note of the admiration in Sam’s voice.

“I know what you mean.  Sometimes when I watch her I wonder how any eighteen year old can ride like that.  I’ve never admired anyone as much as her.”

“Me either,” Sam said, speaking of much more than the way she rode.

Before bed that night Cotey decided to go for a run.  She pulled on a pair of spandex and a sweatshirt, then turned to Carrie.

“I’m going out for a run,” she explained.  Carrie nodded and waved as Cotey walked on to the deck.  The sun was just beginning to set and Cotey paused to tie her NIKE cross trainers.  She began to jog slowly, pacing herself carefully so she wouldn’t burn out too quickly.  Soon, though, she was flying over the sand.  She ran until she reached the cavern, almost five miles.  She stopped breathing heavily, and walked until she caught her breath.  She sat and leaned against a large rock, thankful for the peace and quiet.

The next morning Cotey awoke to feed the horses.  She crept out of her room and went to the barn.  The horses whinnied when she walked in, and Cotey smiled.  She filled up Justice’s and More’s buckets.  They were the most impatient when it came to feeding.

“Here you go guys, wouldn’t want to keep you waiting,” she murmured.  Both horses dug in eagerly and Cotey laughed.  A noise behind her made her turn.  Sam was standing there, watching her silently.

“Morning,” he said.  She smiled at him as he walked toward her.

“Morning.  Do you always sneak up on people?” He laughed and began to fill a bucket with grain.

“I didn’t sneak.  I was just quiet.  Sorry.” She laughed at the innocent expression on his face.

“It’s ok.  Since you’re here you can help me finish feeding.” Sam frowned.

“I don’t think my arm can take that kind of stress,” he joked.  Cotey cast a glance to the now full bucket in his hand.

“Is your arm exhausted from all that work?” she asked sarcastically, taking it from him and bringing it to Rainy.  Sam shrugged.

“Hey, that was out of habit.  If it was me, I wouldn’t make you help.” Cotey laughed and leaned against the stall door.

“Yeah right!  You’d be the first person to ask.” Sam was silent, then came to lean against the door with her.

“Ok, I’ll help.” She laughed again and began filling feed and water buckets.  After they were done, Cotey went into Incense’s stall and began to groom him vigorously.  Sam came in too and began to help with his free arm.

“Thanks Sam,” she said.  He shrugged.

“I can’t ride.  What else is there to do?” Cotey smiled but didn’t answer.

Later that day Cotey and Carrie put their horses into a trailer.  It was qualification day for their show, and each of them had to do an easy dressage routine in front of a panel of judges.  All four friends squeezed into the front of Cotey’s Aunt’s pickup truck.

“Sam could you please move your thigh?” Cotey asked.  He gave her a look that seemed to say Where would you like me to put it.  She smiled.  Soon they pulled into the show grounds.

“Everybody out!” Jason exclaimed.  He opened the door and almost fell out as Carrie pushed at his back.

“I’m part of everybody too Jason, move it,” she ordered, stepping out of the truck.

“Yes dear,” he said, taking her hand in his.  She smiled before going to the trailer and opening the side door to pat Rainy’s neck.

“Hey girl, are you ready to show those judges what you’re made of?” she whispered.  Cotey appeared in the trailer next to Maiden.

“How about you?  This is going to be your first time in front of an audience, won’t it,” she murmured.  “You’ll be fine though.” Maiden bobbed her head, as if in agreement.  Cotey laughed and clipped a lead to the mare’s halter.

“I’m going to take Rainy out first, ok?” Carrie called.  Cote stood on her tiptoes and smiled.  After Rainy was safely off the ramp, Cotey backed Maiden down slowly.  “Cotey when are we supposed to meet the judges?”

“I thought they were coming to us,” Cotey replied, grooming Maiden quickly.  She put her dressage saddle on Maiden’s back and tightened the girth.  After putting the bridle on, Cotey swung into the saddle.

“What are you doing?” Carrie asked.  Cotey grinned and looked around.

“Looking for the judges and our boys,” she replied.  Carrie finished hooking the cheek strap on her bridle and mounted.  Both girls had their dress clothes on and were sitting perfectly in their saddles when the judges arrived.

“Hello ladies.  That’s a beautiful animal you have there,” one man said, motioning toward Maiden.  Cotey smiled.

“Thank you.  So when do we get to head into the ring and prove we’re good enough?” she asked bluntly.  Carrie gasped.

“Whenever you’re ready.  The rest of the riders have stage fright,” he answered.  Sam and Jason had walked up and Cotey smiled down at them.

“Come on guys, we’re going to go qualify,” she said, urging Maiden into a trot.

In the dressage ring Cotey and Carrie flipped to see who would go first.  Carrie won.

“I didn’t want to try and follow you anyway,” she said with a grin.  Cotey watched as her friend put Rainy through the test perfectly.  When she came out Cotey smiled at her.

“Tough act to follow,” she said.  Carrie laughed and dismounted.

“You won’t have any trouble Cote.” Cotey rode into the ring.  As she rode she thought of how she and Sam had been that morning.  She hadn’t thought of how close they were, or about the rape.  She’d had fun.  She finished her test, saluted the judges, and rode from the ring.  Her friends were staring at her in awe.

“What?” she demanded.  Sam cleared his throat, and she could tell he was trying not to laugh.

“Well… you do realize that you just did the dressage performance from last year at the Navy ceremony for your dad, don’t you?” he asked.  Cotey paled slightly and stared in disbelief.

“What?  I couldn’t have… could I?” she whispered, more to herself than anyone else.

“Complete with piaffe,” Sam said.  She frowned.  She had done a level six dressage test, when the judges were looking for a level three.

“I’m sorry Carrie, I let my mind wander.  If we don’t make it you have permission to kill me.” Carrie smiled and remounted.  The judges were walking toward them, confused looks on their faces.

“Miss Mallory, you’re related to Caro Bartholomew aren’t you?” Cotey nodded slowly, feeling anger begin to boil beneath her skin; she hated it when people remembered her because of her aunt’s riding abilities.

“Yes, but that has nothing to do with what just happened.  My aunt and I are completely different riders.” One man nodded.

“We can see that.  You’re much better than Caro ever was.” Cotey coughed, choking on a breath of air.

“Thank you.  I’m really sorry about that.  My mind drifted and I must’ve just reverted to a performance I did when my Dad died.”

“We think you’ve more than proven that you’re qualified for this competition.  You too Miss Thorke.” Cotey glanced at Carrie and smiled.

“Really?” she demanded.

“Yes.  I think you two will make for some difficult competition.  Most of the natives here think that no one is as good as they are.  You’ll give them a run for the money.”

“Thank you for giving us this chance,” Carrie said.

“Have your routines ready by Saturday and we’ll see you then.  What will your team name be?”

“The Royal Ribbons,” Cotey said with a smile.

The next weekend came in a rush.  Both girls were extremely nervous and excited on the morning of the competition, and the guys were ready to kill them.  They were finishing up getting ready to leave.

“Would you relax?  You’re making Rainy nervous!” Jason exclaimed, adding, “Not to mention what you’re doing to me.” Carrie smiled.

“Be quiet.  You’re not the one doing a big competition in a couple minutes.” Everyone gave her a withering look.

“Carrie all of us have ridden in big competitions.  We know exactly how you’re feeling and you know it,” Cotey said.

“Yeah, but it was never this big,” Carrie argued.  “It’s like our big break or something.”

“Or something!” she called as she led Incense outdoors and setting him loose in his paddock.  She walked back into the barn and to Maiden’s stall. “Carrie are we going to do the ribbons here or when we get there?” she asked, grooming Maiden.

“There.  If I know Rainy, she’ll have the ribbons off before we get to the show grounds.” Cotey nodded and picked up a hoof pick.

“That’s what I thought.  Could you get them on my bridle and saddle?”

“Sure.  Are you going to work on her?” Cotey smiled.

“Yeah, I still need to plait her mane and tail.” Carrie left Cotey to her work.  As she braided she whispered, “You’ll do fine, won’t you?  It’s me we have to worry about.” She thought about what a challenge it would be to make the mare concentrate during her first show.

The show grounds were a mob scene, and Maiden was uneasy.  Cotey walked her around the truck many times before turning to Sam with a frown on her face.

“I don’t know if I’ll be able to show her if she’s like this.” Sam patted her hand gently.

“Why don’t you ride her for a little while in the practice ring?  Maybe that will calm her down,” he suggested.  Cotey nodded and bridled the mare.

“Give me a leg up will ya?” Sam gave her a boost onto the mare’s back and watched as she rode away.  Maiden was prancing excitedly and Cotey had a deep seat and firm hold on the reins.  Sam sighed and glanced at Jason.

“I hope Maiden doesn’t’ do anything stupid today.  Cotey’s a lot braver than I would be, putting a horse that green into a show this big.  I wouldn’t do it,” Sam muttered.  Jason shrugged.

“You are two totally different riders.  She’s been doing it her whole life, and is braver than anyone I know.”

“I wish I could be the way she is with the horses… just to be up there and to improve myself and my horse.  I haven’t gotten there yet.”

“She’s had to grow up a lot in a very short time.  She lost both her parents, she’s been raped… that’s a lot to handle.  Neither of us has had to deal with that in our entire lives, let alone three years.” Sam nodded.

“Come on, let’s go watch her work out the kinks.” They walked off, Sam still thinking of her courageous spirit.

In the exercise ring Cotey was riding Maiden at a canter.  The mare was moving smoothly, listening to her rider.  Suddenly Cotey pulled up and then began a counter canter.  Sam and Jason watched closely.

“She must be doing something right.  Maiden isn’t making any arguments,” Sam said quietly.

“She’ll ride her bareback if she has to,” a voice behind them said.  Caro Bartholomew was standing there, smiling and watching her niece.

“Why would she do that?” Sam asked.  Caro smiled and leaned against the fence.

“It puts her closer with the horse… gives her a better connection with Maiden that way.  I wish I could’ve ridden that way when I was eighteen.  I wasn’t quite so determined,” Caro said.  Sam nodded and then turned back toward the ring.  Cotey had set up a low cross-rail and was cantering Maiden toward it.  They popped over it easily.  Cotey rode out of the ring with a big smile on her face.

“Hey Aunt Caro.  How’d I look?” she asked.  Caro smiled broadly.

“Wonderful.  Did she calm down at all when you rode her?” Cotey shrugged and leaned down to fix the leg of her breeches.

“I guess so.  She was pretty good… but I’m still not sure.  If it comes down to it I’ll ride bareback in the competition.” Sam laughed and Cotey shot him a confused glance.  “What’s so funny?” she demanded.

“Your aunt just said that you might ride bareback.  It’s sort of odd that you mentioned it.”

“Oh.  I’m going to go get her settled so she can have a break before the show.” Sam, Jason, and her aunt nodded.  Cotey trotted away, posting in the saddle.  Caro watched with trained eyes.

“Something’s bothering her,” she muttered.

“Why do you say that?” Sam demanded.  She pointed to Cotey’s retreating form.

“Look at her seat, it’s too relaxed.  She isn’t prepared for her horse’s next move.  That isn’t the way I taught her to ride.”

“That isn’t the way Lila taught her either,” he muttered.

Before Carrie and Cotey were suppose to ride, the judges came by the trailer.  Cotey smiled at them politely.

“Hi.  I was just wondering if I could ride bareback.  My horse is pretty nervous.”

“If you think that would help, go ahead.  We also have a question.  We were wondering if you and your aunt would be willing to do a charity routine in a couple of weeks.”

“I’ll have to talk to her but I’m sure she’ll say yes.  She’s a charity nut.”

“Great.  You talk to her and get back to us.  See you in the ring.” Cotey smiled until his back was turned and then frowned.

“Aunt Caro, always compared to Aunt Caro.  I’m never known for the way I ride,” she muttered.  Carrie had emerged from the trailer and was looking at Cotey.

“What’d you say?” she asked, touching her friend’s shoulder.

“Nothing.  I’m just a little sick of being Caro Bartholomew’s niece,” she muttered.

“They mean well Cotey.” Cotey nodded and Carrie said, “Are you ready to kick some butt?”

“I can’t promise you anything.  Maiden isn’t use to this kind of stuff yet.  I’ll do the best I can, but there are no guarantees.”

“I have no doubts.” Cotey smiled and followed Carrie back into the trailer.

Sam, Jason, and Caro were already at the ring.  Sam would be giving Cotey a leg onto Maiden since she was riding bareback.  When both girls were mounted, they began.  Maiden was paying attention, and was much better behaved with Rainy beside her.  They finished with a dead stop in the center.  Applause rang out and Cotey smiled.  She patted Maiden on the neck and followed Carrie and Rainy out of the ring.  Once outside the gates, they received hugs from their cheering section.  Cotey hugged her aunt, then Jason, and finally Sam.  He held her a moment longer than everyone else, and when she pulled away he smiled at her.  She smiled back and then turned to Carrie and threw her arms around her.

“I can’t believe how great we did!” Carrie exclaimed.  They hugged each other for a long time.

“Me either.  I can’t wait until we find out if we’ve placed,” Cotey said with a laugh.  “I’ll be back,” she said suddenly, getting a leg up from Sam and riding away at a canter.

Cotey cantered around a field directly across from the show ring.  There were natural obstacles everywhere and Maiden flew over every one.  When they stopped both were breathing heavily.

“Good girl,” Cotey whispered, leaning forward and giving her a hug.  A noise made Cotey sit up and turn.  There was a horse cantering toward her, and she could tell who it was by the way he was riding.

“You having fun?” Sam asked when he reached them.  Cotey nodded and dismounted.  Sam did too, and led Rainy closer.

“Yeah.  I’m so proud of her.  I figured that she deserved a little reward.”

“You should’ve seen Carrie when I asked if I could borrow Rainy.  She doesn’t think we’ll be back in time.” Cotey smiled, looking into his eyes.

“She doesn’t have too much faith in us, does she?” she asked.  He shook his head and moved a step closer.  Cotey kept looking into his eyes as he came closer still.  She closed her eyes as his lips came over hers.  He was kissing her, and she wanted him to.

Back in the ring Cotey and Carrie were awarded first place.  Both girls were bursting with excitement.

“So do you think Maiden will ever be a good dressage horse?” Sam joked.

“Probably not, she doesn’t like to perform,” she replied, grinning.  Everyone laughed.  Cotey pulled into the driveway and all four friends piled out.  After the horses were settled, Sam suggested they go on a ride.  “Not a really long one Sam, I need to get to bed.  I have feed duty tomorrow morning.”

“Ok, then let’s hurry up.” They all went into the barn and got their horses ready in a hurry.  Soon they were all mounted up and leaving the stable yard.  Carrie and Cotey rode side by side, talking about their win at the show.

“I’m really glad we went, aren’t you?” Carrie asked, posting to Incense’s energetic trot.  Rainy had deserved a break, so Cotey had let her ride him.  Cotey was holding Premie in a sitting trot so they wouldn’t pass Incense.

“Yeah, I am.  I couldn’t believe how great Maiden was.” Premie tried to pull the bit between her teeth, but Cotey caught her.  “She can be such a pain sometimes,” she muttered.  She looked up to where Sam and Jason were racing along the beach.  “I think I’ll go give them a run for their money,” she said.  Carrie nodded.

“Have fun.” Cotey asked Premie for a canter, and the mare obeyed readily.  When she reached the guys she pulled up.

“You guys up for a little competition?” she asked.  They looked at one another and grinned.

“Sure, but you won’t be mad if you lose?” Sam asked.  Cotey smiled.

“If I lose, I’ll do your barn duty for two weeks when your arm gets better and Jason’s now.”

“You’re that sure you can beat us?” Jason demanded.  She nodded, knowing she could.  Premie was ready and willing to run, all she had to do is stay on.

“I’m positive… so long as no one cheats,” she kidded.  Jason frowned.

“You know me well enough to know I won’t cheat,” he muttered.

“I was only kidding Jas.  Let’s start at the tree and finish at the dock.  That’s about a half mile.” They nodded and trotted over to the tree.  Cotey adjusted her stirrups and went into her two point.

“You ready?” Jason asked with a smile.  Cotey nodded and turned her attention to Premie.  Sam called the word go, and squeezed Premie’s sides.

“Go, go go!” she called to the animal.  Premie shot forward, trying to get ahead from the start.  Cotey held the reins tightly so the mare wouldn’t’ get tired.  She leaned forward and urged a little more.  Premie flew past Sam and Justice, and then Jason and More.  She smiled and stood in her stirrups when they went past the dock.  “Good girl!” she crooned.  Sam and Jason rode up, smiling.

“Ok, so you beat us once.  What’s that prove?” Jason demanded.  Cotey laughed and glanced at Carrie, who had just ridden up.

“She’ll beat you again too,” Carrie said.  Jason shrugged and smiled at Cotey.

“Oh if you say so,” he muttered.  After a moment of feigned frustration he flashed a smile.  “Let’s get home, it’s almost time for that horror movie marathon.” They rode off, Cotey cantering ahead of all of them.

Two weeks later Cotey was out in the exercise ring with her Aunt Caro.  They were practicing their dressage demonstration, and the performance was the next day.  Sam, Jason, and Carrie were standing at the fence watching quietly.  Cotey and her aunt were doing the moves perfectly.  The routine was being put to music the next day, but nobody knew the song except for Cotey and her Caro.  They finished the routine and trotted out of the ring smiling.

“How did it look guys?” Cotey asked as she dismounted.

“It looked good to me.  Great job,” Jason told her.  Cotey smiled and looked at Sam.

“Aren’t you going to say anything?” she demanded.  Sam glanced away.

“Well, I wouldn’t want you to get a swelled head…” he trailed off and looked back to her.  “You did a really good job.  What are you doing the routine to?” She smiled coyly.

“I might tell you later… if you’re nice to me for the rest of the day.  But only if you’re nice to me.” Sam sighed and walked beside her as she led Maiden toward the barn.

“Why won’t you tell anyone?” he asked.  She handed him her saddle and began to groom Maiden.

“Why tell anyone?  I want it to be a secret for a little while.”

“That’s cool… but you already have enough secrets.” She cast him a severe glance.

“Do I really?” she asked.  He shrugged and picked up a soft brush.

“It seems like you do sometimes.”

“A lot of people seem like they have secrets when they don’t really have any at all.  You’re like that sometimes too.”

“You don’t have to get defensive.” She shot him another intense look, but said nothing.  With a sigh Sam dropped the brush and walked from the stall.

When Cotey got inside she smelled French toast cooking.  She walked into the kitchen and found Carrie and Jason hard at work.

“Thanks guys, it’s my favorite.” They both smiled.

“Well we’re glad.  Actually, we weren’t thinking of you when we made it though.  We were thinking of ourselves.  There should be enough though,” Jason said with a wink.  Cotey laughed.

“Thanks a lot guys.  I’m going to go take a quick shower, then I’ll be right out.” She walked down the hall and into the bathroom.  After a quick shower she pulled on a pair of clean jeans and a shirt.  When she got back to the kitchen Carrie and Jason were gone.  They had left a note:

Cotey,
We went for a ride to the cavern.  Sam is in his room, but if you feel like riding down and joining us that’s great.  We’ll see you later.  French toast is on the counter.” 

Love,

Carrie and Jason

 

Cotey smiled and grabbed a piece of slightly cold French toast and began to nibble on it.  Sun was pouring through the windows, casing a glow throughout the house.  Cotey walked to her bedroom and out onto the deck.  None of the horses was out, so she decided to let them into their pastures for the night.  As she walked down to the barn she had the distinct feeling someone was watching her.  She turned quickly and saw the curtain in Sam’s room move.  She smiled and shook her head.  When she got to the barn she led Maiden and Premie out first.  The two began to roll as soon as she let them loose.  She watched them for a moment, then returned to the barn.  Incense was kicking his stall door impatiently, not understanding why he had been left for last.

“Getting bored big guy?” she murmured, clipping a lead shank to his halter.  He woofed a warm breath into her hand, and walked quietly ou the door.  She set him loose and watched as he galloped across the field.  Again she laughed, but had to tear herself away from his antics.  She walked slowly back to the barn and led Justice out.  When she was done she walked back to the barn.  She wanted to get the horses watered and head up to the house.  Before she could reach the hose, something jumped in front of her.  She screamed and backed away, not realizing it was just Sam wearing a mask.  He pulled the mask off and smiled at her sheepishly.

“Hi,” he murmured.  “You ok?” he asked.  Cotey put her hand to her chest and glared him.

“Considering my near heart attack, I’m great.  What did you do that for?” she demanded.  He shrugged, his smile growing more mischievous.

“I thought life around here was pretty dull so I decided to spice it up a little.”

“Couldn’t you have scared Carrie and Jason to death instead?  I don’t know why you pick on me all the time.  It’s not very nice.” Sam moved closer.

“I figured that you’ve got the dullest life.  All you do is ride and take care of the horses.  Thought you might be bored.”

“I’ll never get bored with my horses Sam.” She started back toward the hose.  “As long as you’re here you can help me fill the troughs outside so the horses have something to drink.”

“It might strain my arm Cotey,” he said with a painful smile.

“And I might strain my butt when I ride, but I’m still going to do it.” He frowned.

“Are you telling me that I’m helping you no matter what?”

“Exactly.  Let’s go.” They walked back outside, Cotey carrying the hose.  When they were done she suggested they take a walk on the beach.  “Eye of the Tiger,” she said suddenly.  Sam glanced at her.

“What?” he asked.  She smiled and shook her head.

“Nothing.  Let’s just keep walking.” Sam reached over and grabbed her hand, turning her toward him.

“What’d you say?” he asked again.  Cotey smiled and tried to pull away.

“Nope.”

“Come on, it had to be important.” She laughed and looked at him with teasing eyes.

“It wasn’t important.  Let’s go Sam, I need to keep limber for tomorrow’s routine.” She tried to pull away again, but he held on.  She was fooling around with him, something she hadn’t done in a very long time.

“Bull.  Come on, please tell me?  I’m sorry I wasn’t listening.” He dropped to his knees before continuing, “Please?  I’m begging here.  I’m just a poor innocent guy that’s trying get some answers.” She giggled.

“Sam it wasn’t that big of a deal.” He shook his head and looked up at her with desperate eyes.

“Oh, but it was!  Everything you say is important.” He was too close to the incoming tide, and a wave rolled over his ankles.

“Sam, let’s move.  You’re going to get drenched.” He shook his head again, a mischievous look coming into his eyes.

“Not until you tell me.  Until then you can join me down here and get wet too.” He tugged on her hand and she toppled to the sand.

“Sam!  Come on, let’s go,” she said, but her words were drown by a wave crashing into them.

“Tell me!” he yelled, shoving his dark hair out of his eyes.  She shook her head.

“Not until you get me out of this water,” she insisted, glaring at him.  He grinned.

“Well we’re both going to sit here fro a long time then.  I’m not moving until you tell me, unless it’s to take you out further.” She pretended to be appalled, but she was laughing.

“You wouldn’t dare,” she challenged.  He raised his eyebrow.

“Wouldn’t I?  We’ll see what happens if you don’t tell me.” Another wave smashed into them and she sighed.

“All I said was that the song I was doing the routine to is Eye of the Tiger,” she explained.  He smiled.

“And that wasn’t important?  I think I’m going to take you out and dunk you just for that.” He picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder.  She pounded on his back.

“Sam put me down!” she yelled.  He laughed and shook his head.

“No way.  I think this is going to be way too much fun.” She laughed and suddenly felt water engulf them both.  She came up sputtering.  Same was beside her, a smile on his handsome face.  Once again he pushed his hair from his eyes.

“We’re going to have to walk home like this you know,” she muttered.  Sam shook his head.

“I’ll have to walk home.   You’re going to get a ride,” he explained.  She laughed as he hoisted her onto his back and walked slowly from the water.  Cotey wrapped her arms around his neck and put her cheek against his shoulder.  Sam smiled to himself and continued to walk.

The following morning Cotey and her aunt were at the show grounds early.  They gave their music to the sound system operator, then went to groom their horses.  When they were done it was almost time for them to go into the ring.  Sam, Jason, and Carrie came bustling into the barn.  Cotey was seated on a bale of hay and her aunt was talking to some younger girls.

“Hey guys!” Cotey called when she saw her friends.

“Hey.  How’s everything back here?” Carrie asked.  Cotey shrugged.

“A madhouse.  Everyone wants to see the famous Caro Bartholomew.  Nobody cares who I am… several people asked if I was her groom.  Boy will everyone be surprised when I ride in before her.”

“They know you’re not her groom,” Jason assured her.

“Thanks.  I have to go get changed.  It’s almost time.” She stood and motioned to her aunt.  “I’ll see you guys later.” They watched as she and her aunt walked away.

Sam, Jason, and Carrie sat on the uncomfortable wooden bleachers waiting for the demonstration to begin.  Suddenly the music began and Cotey rode in.  She was wearing a leather jacket, chains, a red bandanna, black breaches, a red t-shirt and her high boots.  She posted to Maiden’s trot, perfectly in synch with the music.  Suddenly she told the mare to canter.  Caro rode in minutes later, doing a collected canter.  The crowd cheered when they saw her.  For the rest of the time, Cotey did the routine and her aunt went around signing autographs.  When the song ended Cotey trotted from the ring and went straight to the barn.  Sam got up and jogged after her.

“You were an awful good girl Maiden.  You did everything I asked you to… some of it we didn’t even practice.  I’m proud of you,” she was saying to the mare.  Sam cleared her throat and smiled when she turned.

“You did a good job too you know,” he said.  She shrugged and turned back to Maiden.  Sam let himself into the stall and went to her side.  “Don’t you believe me?” he asked.  She turned to face him.

“Do you think I don’t know that?  Aunt Caro didn’t do anything out there.  I was working my ass off.  That’s why I didn’t want to do this in the first place… I knew she’d do this.” Sam touched her shoulder.

“Why don’t you tell her instead of me?” he suggested.

“What am I suppose to say to her, Sam?” she demanded angrily.

“That I was immature, rude, and that you hate me,” a voice said.  They both turned and saw Caro standing outside the stall.  Cotey returned to grooming Maiden.

“That just about summed it up,” Cotey muttered.  Caro sighed and looked at Sam.

“I didn’t mean to drop the routine.  I got caught up in the fans… you’ll understand some day.” Cotey whirled.

“No I won’t!  I’ll never make my niece look like a backup act.  I’ll never make anyone look like my support system, not as long as I still ride for the right reasons.  That was the most inconsiderate thing I’ve ever seen anyone do.  I can’t believe I use to admire you.” She turned back to Maiden and continued to groom.  She heard footsteps walking away, and turned to Sam.  He shrugged.

“Do you two always get along so well?” he questioned.

Four days later Cotey walked into the house and found her aunt sitting on the living room couch.  Caro looked up and smiled when she saw Cotey.

“Hi honey.  I just wanted to apologize again for how I acted.” Cotey stood in the doorway, a frown on her face.

“It took you four days to figure out that you’re sorry?” she asked.  Caro shook her head.

“Sam called and told me how upset you were.  I decided that it was time I came over.” Cotey stared at her Aunt in disbelief.

“Sam called you?  I think you should go now.  I haven’t been upset.  Sam had no right to do that.”

“I’ll be back when you’re thinking more rationally,’ Caro said as she walked by.  As soon as Caro was gone Cotey stalked down the hall to Sam’s room.

“Sam!” she yelled, pounding on his door.  It opened and Sam smiled at her.

“Hey, what’s all the noise?” he asked.  She pushed past him and waited for him to close the door.

“What’s all the noise?” she demanded.  “I’ll tell you.  You called my aunt and told her that I was upset she hadn’t come over or apologized.  I’m wondering why you’d do that because I wasn’t the least bit upset.” His face fell.

“I told her that because I didn’t like to see you guys fight,” he explained, plopping down on his bed.

“You had no right to do that!  If I had wanted to talk to her I would’ve called her myself!” They were silent for a moment.  Sam opened his mouth to speak, but Cotey shook her head, “I’ll see you later.  I need to be alone for awhile.”

Cotey climbed up to the small ledge that rose above the water.  She could sit there even though the tide was coming in.  For days Sam had been bugging her to talk to her aunt, and he had finally just taken things into his own hands.  She sighed and watched the sun sink lower in the sky.  The air was beginning to get chilly, and she hugged herself to keep warm.  From the ground Sam looked up at her, unnoticed.  He stood by the edge of the rocky pool for a long time, when suddenly his foot began to slip.

“Cotey help!” he exclaimed as he fell into the water.  The incoming tide had caused the usually calm pool to be turbulent.  Cotey saw him go under and knew instantly that he was in a lot of trouble.  She went under and tried to find him, but couldn’t.  She came up for air and saw him.  He was near the stone wall, about to go under again.  She swam frantically, reaching him and grabbing his shirt.  She wrapped her arm under his and around his chest, keeping his head above the water.  She swam for shore and then pulled him out of the water.

“Oh God,” she muttered.  His head was bleeding badly, and she knew she needed help.  She jogged to Incense and took her pad of paper and pen from the saddle bag.  “Go home Incense,” she whispered, slipping off his bridle.  She wrote a quick note to Carrie and Jason, then led Incense to the beach.  She slapped him hard on the rump with the reins, and he took off.  She watched for a moment, then hurried back to Sam’s side.

Carrie was the first to see Incense standing in the front yard.  She rushed outside and took the piece of paper off the saddle.

Carrie,

 Sam fell into the water at the cove during high tide.  I think he’s hurt really bad.  Get help quick.

-Cotey

Carrie turned and called to Jason.  He rushed from the house, face worried.

“What’s the matter?” he demanded, taking the note from her.  His face paled slightly.

“Are you going down there?” she asked.  He looked at her seriously.

“If it was Cotey would you go?  Call an ambulance and put Incense away.  When the ambulance gets here have Rainy ready so you can show them where to go.” He ran to the barn and reappeared moments later leading More.  He swung into the saddle and kicked the gelding into a gallop.

At the hospital that night Cotey paced back and forth waiting for news on Sam.  They had been waiting for hours and she was beginning to think the worst.

“Why haven’t they told us anything?” she demanded, turning to her friends.

“They’ll tell us something soon Cotey, don’t worry,” Carrie said quietly.  The waiting room door opened and a man wearing a white coat walked in with a smile on his face.

“I think your friend will be just fine.  He’s pretty banged up and has a concussion, but he’s awake.” Cote smiled and felt relief settle in.

“Can we go see him?” she asked.

“Sure.  Just keep it short,” he said.  Cotey smiled but was already halfway down the hall.

Sam turned when he heard the door to his room open.  Cotey, Carrie, and Jason were tip toeing in.

“I’m awake guys, no need to prowl,” he said.  Cotey smiled and hurried to the side of the bed.

“Thank God you’re ok,” she told him with a smile.  He took her hand and squeezed it.

“I’ve already thanked god at least a hundred times.  Are you ok?” he asked.  Cotey sighed.

“Why wouldn’t I be?  I’m not the one who got smashed against the side of a cliff.” Sam looked at Carrie and Jason.

“Could you guys give us a minute.” He asked.  Jason nodded and they left the room.  Sam looked at Cotey seriously.  “You saved my life,” he said.  She smiled and shrugged.

“Well I couldn’t very well let you drown could I?” she asked.

“Oh no?” he asked.

“No,” she said, taking his hand in hers.  “Are you sure you’re ok?”

“Yeah, I’ve got a tough head you know.”

“I love you Sam.  You know that don’t you?” He smiled.

“Yeah, I know.  I love you too.”

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