Sky Rider

Everything changes when a handsome stranger rides off into the night on Dusty’s horse There’s no way around it: Dusty’s horse Tazz needs to be put down. Once a champion jumper, Tazz can barely walk now due to hoof pain. And that’s not the only thing that’s wrong in Dusty’s life. Since her mother’s death, Dusty’s dad hasn’t stopped drinking—even after his drunk driving put Dusty in the hospital with a now-chronic back injury. Why don’t they just put me down too? she wonders. While Dusty is giving Tazz one last grooming, his ears suddenly prick up as a stranger approaches: a young boy with an otherworldly beauty. He offers to take Tazz with him, and the two race off into the distance as though Tazz were in perfect health, with the boy perched on his back. Who could this person be? And what is he doing here? It’s only when Dusty returns to school the next day that she hears about the boy who was killed. When she sees his photo in the newspaper, she knows that he’s the mysterious guy who rode off on Tazz. What she doesn’t know is that he will soon return.

From School Library Journal

Grade 5-8-Dusty Grove has had two difficult years: her mother died unexpectedly, her back was permanently injured during an accident that occurred when her father was driving drunk, and now her beloved horse, Tazz, must be put down because of incurable pain in his hooves. So when a glimmering stranger cures Tazz and rides him away, Dusty is glad-until she discovers that her visitor is the angry ghost of a teenaged boy recently killed on her father's property. Springer deftly unfolds each detail of this contemporary supernatural mystery. Her expert pacing and her protagonist's funny, sarcastic voice save the novel from its overwrought story line. The result is an enjoyable, quick read that will hold special appeal for fans of TV's Touched by an Angel.Beth Wright, Dorothy Alling Memorial Library, Williston, VT Copyright 1999 Reed Business Information, Inc.

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“Springer deftly unfolds each detail of this contemporary supernatural mystery . . . an enjoyable, quick read.”

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Chapter One"No, Tazz," Dusty whispered as the tall bay gelding nuzzled her hip pockets, "no more carrots." Hugging his neck, with her face in his black mane, the wanted to cry but joked instead. Dusty always joked when life got not funny at all. "Too many carrots will make you sick," she informed her horse gravely. "You don't want to get sick for Doc, do you?"It was dark in the stable, shadowy in the light of a single forty-watt bulb. At dawn the vet would come to put Tazz down. Euthanize him.Kill him.Dusty blinked hard, let go of Tazz, bent over--moving stiffly because of her back brace--and picked up her sisal cloth. Tazz loved to be curried. All night Dusty had been brushing him, rubbing him, sweet-talking him. He stood in the stable aisle with no halter on him, no cross ties, not even a rope looped around his neck. Dusty knew he would not bolt out the open door. As she rubbed his red-brown crest, he lowered his head with a sigh that fluttered his soft nostrils. He stood with his ears at a contented sideward angle. With his big eyes haff-closed.With one forefoot extended because of the navicular disease.In a moment he shifted his weight and stretched the other forefoot, trying to relieve the pain. The great hearted thoroughbred who had once borne Dusty over Olympic-size fences, who had raced goldfinches on the wing for the fun of it, who had run bucking down the pasture every morning just because the sun was up, could no longer hobble more than a few steps at a time. Tazz lived in constant pain.Dusty knew what intractable pain was like. Her back hurt all the time now.Like Tazz's forefeet. Once the navicular bones in his hooves went bad, there was no cure, and no treatment except painkillers--which had stopped working as his condition got worse. But even with Tazz barely able to walk, it had been hard to make the decision to end his misery by putting him down. "Remember, Dusty," her father had told her, trying to help her accept what had to be done, "Tazz doesn't know, so he doesn't dread it. He won't be frightened. It's not like we're sending him off to the auction or the slaughterhouse. It'll just be Doc, right there in his own stall. He won't care."Yes, Daddy. But I care.She tried to stop thinking about it. Didn't want to cry till this was over. Didn't want to scare Tazz."Big show, Tazz," she whispered owlishly as she picked up the soft brush. Let him think she was grooming him for hours and hours to get him ready for Devon or the National, like in the old days when she would be busy in the stable hours before dawn, when he and she, Miss Destiny Grove and Razzle My Tazz, had won trophies all up and down the east coast. Back before her stupid spine got hurt and she couldn't ride anymore.Out of nowhere, out of the 3 A.M. silence came a sudden chilly wind and, in Dusty, a gale of anger. Why don't they just put me down too? I'm unsound. I'm costing a lot of money. I'm in pain, I'm useless, why don't they kill me? "Tazz," she cried, throwing down the brush, "nobody should die young!"The gelding's head jolted up, but not because Dusty had startled him. With his ears pricked high he was staring beyond her, toward the rectangle of night outlined by the big stable door. She turned.There had been no sound of a car or a bike or even a footstep, but a stranger, a boy maybe sixteen years old, stood there looking at her.Dusty felt her world stop, she was so startled, even frightened--yet she did not scream. He was too beautiful, a white marble Michaelangelo in Levi jeans, shadows softening his chiseled face. There was something not quite human about his beauty, yet something all too hot and human about the way his dark eyes glowered. He kept his face hard and still. The anger showed only in his eyes.The breeze had halted as if the night were holding its breath. Nothing moved. Nothing made a sound.Then the boy moved, one swift step toward her. He spoke. "You want me to take him?" His fierce, soft voice resonated between the stable walls."Huh?" Dusty couldn't think. His shadowed stare wouldn't let her think. What did he want? What was he talking about? Who was he?"For God's sake," he said even more quietly, more fiercely, "it's either me or the vet. You want me to take him?"He was talking about ... Tazz? He seemed to be. His dark gaze had turned to the horse, and his hard face softened. His hot stare gentled momentarily as he walked to Tazz and lifted his hand to stroke the silky fox-red cheekbones, the white blaze between deep, wise eyes. Dusty stood still. Forshe couldn't think of a joke--but Tazz would tell her what to think of this stranger. Tazz knew things. All horses did.When the stranger touched him Tazz did not shy away. His ears alerted so high that they almost touched at the tips, quivering. He tucked his chin, arched his shining neck, snorted--but not in fear. "Holy gee," Dusty whispered, for in Tazz's eyes she saw a blue fire she had not seen there for a couple of years. Morning was coming, and Tazzwanted to leap right over the sun. He rose into a low rear and came down with his weight squarely on his forefeet as if they had never heard of pain."You want me to take him?" the boy demanded again not turning around.

About the Author

Nancy Springer has passed the fifty-book milestone with novels for adults, young adults, and children, in genres including mythic fantasy, contemporary fiction, magic realism, horror, and mystery—although she did not realize she wrote mystery until she won the Edgar Award from the Mystery Writers of America two years in succession. Born in Montclair, New Jersey, Springer moved with her family to Gettysburg, of Civil War fame, when she was thirteen. She spent the next forty-six years in Pennsylvania, raising two children (Jonathan and Nora), writing, horseback riding, fishing, and bird-watching. In 2007 she surprised her friends and herself by moving with her second husband to an isolated area of the Florida Panhandle where the bird-watching is spectacular, and where, when fishing, she occasionally catches an alligator.

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