As Mr. Chambers read from the book of James, Skye stared at a framed picture of a white stallion. Struggling to listen, she found her thoughts wandering more than once . . . thinking about Champ . . . the horse show . . . Boomer and Katie.
Mr. Chambers continued, “This study in James . . . first chapter . . . wisdom . . . patience . . .”
Patience? Skye’s attention swung back to Mr. Chambers. “Dad, how did you know I needed a lesson on patience? I’m going crazy with a certain person in this house,” she confessed.
Mrs. Chambers gave Skye a compassionate smile. “Honey, we all know who you mean. Katie has tested everyone’s patience.”
Morgan played with a few fiery red strands. “I’ve been ready to pull my hair out more than once.”
“Girls,” Mr. Chambers said, “it’s not an accident that this chapter in James talks about wisdom as well as patience. We need both of those traits in our own lives before we can even think about helping Katie.”
Deep in thought, Skye stared at Mr. and Mrs. Chambers on the sofa. Morgan had parked her Jazzy beside them. Slumping back, Skye folded her arms and crossed her legs at the ankles. “I’ve just about given up. She is so-o-o frustrating. I feel like I’m on a roller coaster with her. One minute we’re up; the next minute we’re down. I don’t know how to take her! She just makes me mad. That’s all.”
Mrs. Chambers spoke in a positive tone. “Girls, surely you remember how you tested our patience. And not too long ago at that, either. God can change anyone. Just give him time.”
Mr. Chambers closed the Bible on his lap. “The best thing we can do for Katie is to love her through this crisis. I’m sure you girls know how parents can mess things up for teenagers.” His mustache framed a teasing smile.
“Okay, okay,” Skye conceded as she sat up straight. “I need to remind myself more often that God’s always there for us. He’s there for Katie too. Can we pray for her?”
“And her parents?” Morgan added.
“We sure can,” Mrs. Chambers said. “Let’s pray right now.”
“And just be patient, girls.” Mr. Chambers leaned forward and folded his hands. “God wants the Thomas family back together more than any of us do. Skye, why don’t you start?”
“Okay, Dad.” Skye closed her eyes. “Dear God, please help Katie . . .”
G
reat job, Skye!” Mrs. Chambers’ blue eyes sparkled with excitement as she stroked Champ’s nose. A radiant smile lit up Mr. Chambers’ face. “All that practice paid off!” He nervously smoothed down his mustache. “Now that’s what I call teamwork. Right, boys?” He glanced at Joey, Sam, and Leonard, who stood beside him, eyes wide with wonder.
“Whoa, way to go, Skye! That was one cool routine.” Chad’s dimples were nearly hidden in the shadow of his black hat as he patted Champ’s sleek neck.
Morgan, mounted on Blaze, joined in congratulating Skye. “Our ribbons make a nice pair, Skye.”
In her splashy western attire, Skye glowed with pride as she waved a first-place ribbon in her hand. “Yeah, red and blue do make a good match, don’t they?”
Skye’s suede Stetson, complete with hawk feather and leather braid, sat squarely on her head, leveled to her eyebrows. Her hair, drawn back into a bun, rested securely under the hat. A leather-fringed vest covered a blue-checkered shirt. A red necktie, cowhide gloves, blue jeans, chaps, and polished boots made Skye a perfect match for her mount.
Champ’s bridle with blue browband set off a leather-cut saddle. The poncho roll highlighted his copper coat and silky mane and tail.
Cheers and applause exploded from a packed house in Snyder County’s new indoor arena. Skye and Champ had just won the Junior Advanced Trail class!
“Thanks, guys! But Champ did it all. He was great!” Skye slid off her horse.
Chad took the prize from Skye’s hand and held it up in front of the boys. “Okay, guys. See what you’re shootin’ for? You can do it too.”
“And your classes are coming up soon,” Mr. Chambers said to them. “We need to get you and your horses ready. C’mon.” He turned to walk away.
“Okay, Mr. Chambers!” Joey trailed after the man. “I’m gonna win!”
“Me too,” Sam said. He and Leonard followed Joey.
Mrs. Chambers gave Skye some last-minute instructions. “I’m going to help Morgan dismount; then I’ll be busy with the boys. After you cool down Champ, would you help Katie get ready? Barrel racing is next.”
“Yep,” Skye answered. “I’ll do my best to get her motivated. Where is she?”
Mrs. Chambers pointed to the nearest exit. “She’s waiting out there in the hallway with Boomer. But she needs to be at the other end of the arena at the entrance gate when the barrel racing starts.”
Skye glanced at her watch. “That’s in about ten minutes. I’ll have her there.”
“Great,” Mrs. Chambers said. “If you don’t see us, we’ll be with the boys at the horse trailer, going over last-minute details.”
“I’ll help get Katie ready,” Chad said, stroking Champ’s nose. “You know, Skye, some time I’d like you to teach me that trail class routine. It looks like a lot of fun. Would you?”
Would I? Thumpity thump. Thumpity thump
.
Skye’s heart was up to its old tricks. “I’d love to. You can even ride Champ. It’s easy with a horse trained like him. Sure.”
“Thanks. Maybe when I have a Saturday free?”
“Just call and let me know what time.” Skye’s face turned fiery hot. “I’ll warn Champ to be on his best behavior.” She tugged her horse’s bridle. “C’mon, Champ.”
With Chad by her side, Skye led the horse toward where Katie waited. “I sure wish she’d snap out of it,” Skye said. “She’s missin’ a lot of fun.”
“Yeah,” Chad said. “Mr. C. told me what happened with her dad and all. It seems like she doesn’t care whether she wins or loses today.”
“She doesn’t,” Skye said, “but maybe you and I can—”
“Skye! Hello!” Amid the commotion, a voice yelled from somewhere to Skye’s left. Stopping short, Skye scanned the boisterous crowd packed in a dozen rows of bleachers. “Chad, who’s calling my name?”
Chad pushed his hat back and studied a sea of faces. “I don’t know, but I heard it too.”
“Skye! Chad! Over here!”
Chad pointed toward the main entrance. “Look, there in the doorway. It’s Mrs. Thomas! Skye shifted her glance and saw Mrs. Thomas waving in the forefront of the bustling hallway of horses, contestants, and show attendees. “Hi, Mrs. Thomas!” Skye yelled as she and Chad waved back.
“We should tell her that Katie’s event is next.” Skye
click-click
ed her tongue, prompting Champ to follow.
“Skye,” Chad said, grabbing Champ’s bridle, “if you’d like, I can take Champ and cool him down while you talk to Mrs. Thomas. And don’t worry about Katie. I’ll get her and Boomer to their entrance gate.”
Skye handed Chad the reins and started toward Mrs. Thomas. “Thanks. I’ll see you after Katie’s event.”
Skye hurried to greet Mrs. Thomas. Just as she reached the doorway, Mr. Thomas came rushing to his wife’s side.
Skye’s face lit up with surprise. “Mr. Thomas, you’re here!”
“Yes, we’re here—together. I just parked the car—I think in the very last parking place in the lot,” Mr. Thomas said with a chuckle.
Mrs. Thomas’ smile now freed her face of the worry that had been her trademark. “I’m sorry we’re late. Did we miss Katie’s event?”
“Nope.” Skye glanced at her watch and smiled back.
“I’m so glad we made it in time,” Mr. Thomas said.
“My business tied me up again, but that will be changing, thanks to you, Skye.”
“Me? What did I do?”
Mr. Thomas looked affectionately at this wife. “Skye, you and Mr. and Mrs. Chambers—well, your entire Keystone Stables ministry—helped me realize what’s really important in life. I’ve been doing a lot of serious thinking since I visited the ranch a few weeks ago. And with God’s help, I’m getting my priorities in order. I know Katie and her mother need me now more than ever.”
Skye beamed another broad smile. “Wow! That’s the best news ever! I guess you know Katie’s been a mess over what’s happened with your family. We couldn’t even convince her to do her best today. She didn’t care about the show at all when she thought you weren’t going to be here, Mr. Thomas.”
“And I’m real sorry about that,” the man said. “I only decided to come this morning after I prayed with our pastor. He also helped me see things more clearly.”
“And when we get home, we’ll be counseling with Reverend Kline on a regular basis.” Mrs. Thomas’ tone was filled with hope.
“Hey,” Skye said, “we’ve got to let her know that you two are here—together.”
“Attention, ladies and gentlemen,” the loud speaker echoed. “The Special-Needs Barrel Racing starts in five minutes. We have six entries this year!”
Skye glanced at the other end of the arena where Katie would soon enter. “That’s Katie’s event. I don’t have much time, but I think—”
“Barrel racing?” Mrs. Thomas seemed stunned. “All Katie ever told me was that she was riding in the show. But barrel racing? That sounds dangerous.”
“Sounds like she’s got something to prove,” Mr. Thomas said as he touched Skye’s shoulder. “Skye, don’t worry about it. Let’s surprise her.”
“But . . . she hasn’t been practicing—”
“Sorry, folks.” A man in a black uniform approached Skye, the Thomases, and a small crowd of onlookers now gawking in the doorway. “Unless you’re waiting for a rider to come out, you need to move on. We gotta keep this open. There’s lots of horse traffic coming through here.”
The onlookers melded into the crowd, shuffling in all directions. Mr. and Mrs. Thomas started to walk away.
“Sir,” Skye said to the security guard, “we
are
waiting for a rider.”
“That’s fine, but please step away from the doorway.” The guard pointed inside the arena. “You can stand along the inside wall.”
“Thank you,” Skye said. She and the Thomases slipped inside, joining others who were waiting.
“Attention!” the loud speaker announced. “The first barrel racer is number twelve, Katie Thomas, on Boomer!”
Skye pointed to the center of the show ring. “Katie and Boomer are going to race around those three barrels full speed ahead. If they have the fastest time, they win!”
“Oh, my!” was all Mrs. Thomas could say.
At the other end of the arena, Chad led the Katie/Boomer team into the ring. A roar of applause shook the building.
“There she is!” Skye said. “See that thin wire stretched in front of Boomer? When he runs through that, the clock starts.”
“I had no idea that’s what she was up to,” Mr. Thomas said. “Now that takes guts.”
“Oh, my!” Mrs. Thomas’ voice was high-pitched.
An anxious silence settled over the crowd. Every eye focused on the starting team as Chad led them to the starting wire and backed away.
Boomer was raring to go!
From her far corner of the arena, Skye watched as Katie fought to restrain the powerful animal. Neck arched and eyes wild, the horse’s body tensed as he focused on the race before him. He tugged at the bit and pranced. Katie tightened her hat string, took a deep breath, and kicked Boomer in the ribs.
The pinto’s ears pricked, every muscle tightened, and with one mighty surge, he lunged forward, tripping the wire. Off he went in a mad dash toward the barrels, just as he had trained to do so many times before.
“And they’re off!” the loud speaker blared. The crowd went wild.
Skye glanced at the huge wall clock that ticked off each second.
“C’mon, Katie!” Mr. Thomas joined the screaming crowd. “You can do it!”
“Ride ’em, cowgirl!” Mrs. Thomas joined in.
Skye glanced from Katie, to the clock, back to Katie, whose sloppy riding around the first barrel was only too obvious to Skye.
Lean forward more!
Skye wished she had a megaphone.
Your cut was too wide!
Again, Skye glanced at the clock. Fifteen seconds. “Too slow,” she said out loud.
The team rounded the second barrel. Out of the turn, Katie reined Boomer tight instead of giving him his head. He trotted to the third and final barrel.
Twenty-eight seconds, the clock flashed.
Katie, way too slow! You
’
re blowin
’
it!
Skye became more frustrated by the second!
“C’mon, Katie! Faster!” Mr. Thomas yelled.
“Go, Katie, go!” Mrs. Thomas’ voice was getting hoarse.
A wider turn around the last barrel and off toward the finish line!
Now you can make up time!
“Go! Go! Go!” Skye yelled.
Again, and for no clear reason, Katie held Boomer back.
Instead of running at top speed, the horse cantered. The team crossed the finish line like they were out for a Sunday afternoon ride.
Lazy applause matched Katie’s sloppy effort.
“Thirty-four seconds,” the loudspeaker announced. “There’s lots of room here for you other riders. The blue ribbon is sayin’, ‘Come and git me!’”
“That time won’t win a thing unless the other riders are on mules,” Skye mumbled, but then she remembered Mr. Chambers’ words. Wisdom. Patience.
Well, I
’
m glad she didn
’
t get hurt
, Skye told herself.
“Her heart just wasn’t in it,” Mr. Thomas said.
“Well, at least she didn’t quit,” Mrs. Thomas replied. “That’s more than we’ve done lately.”
Katie slowed Boomer to a walk as they left the ring and approached the exit door.
“I’ll bring her out.” Skye started toward Katie. “I have a feeling she’ll be sorry she didn’t do her best this time.”
At the starting line, a new racing team approached the wire.
“Next contestant, number forty-three, Ian Weirick, on Cobalt!” echoed through the arena. Encouraging cheers erupted from the crowd.
Skye hurried to Boomer’s side, grabbed his bridle, and touched the blind girl’s arm. “It’s me, Katie. I’ll lead you out!” She had to bellow to make herself heard.
“Okay, Skye,” Katie yelled and pushed her Stetson back. “At least I didn’t lose my hat. That penalty would’ve been two seconds more. Not that it mattered!”
You weren
’
t going fast enough to lose anything but the race!
Skye bit her tongue before the words could fly out. “At least you finished the course, Katie, and you didn’t get hurt. That’s saying something.”