Jessica told Ariel, her brain spinning like a tractor tire in a mud bog, trying to come up with a good excuse. “She’s not a broke horse yet, and besides…you’ve got Raven. He’s awesome.” Ariel’s eyes narrowed. “Oh, I get it. You just want to keep Chase for yourself!” “Who wouldn’t?” Jessica retorted. She didn’t care if she was being rude to a guest. She was fed up with Ariel. And there was no way she’d let her own Storm Chaser. Ariel swung Raven around, reining him in a half-circle. “Your dad and Duncan said the filly is for sale. If I want to buy her, I’ll buy her. And, from the looks of your ranch, you obviously need the money.” Jessica flushed in anger, but she held her tongue. She wanted to tell the older girl off, but she knew how disappointed her parents would be if she was rude to a guest, especially when that guest was a potential buyer for one of their horses. And besides, she didn’t like the idea of acting just as mean and low as Ariel. She turned in the saddle and looked back.
