Transformation: Day 10

Word Count: 60,032

Summary of Events:

Ian had a nightmare featuring Ms. Carlyle and, after waking, spent nearly a half an hour thinking about how allowing a romantic relationship to develop between the two of them was a bad idea. Taylor arrived at Whitney's farm and took his horse out for a training ride. Elianne, tired of packing because she was sad to be moving, thought about what to do with Enya, who was the only horse on the property not for sale — and that only because her grandparents had told her dad that she needed time to say goodbye to Enya . . .

Excerpt of the Day:

Elianne didn’t like that idea. She didn’t want to say goodbye to Enya, she wanted to keep Enya with her forever, but as of yet she didn’t know how because she didn’t know where she was going to be living, as, apparently, no one thought it important to tell her where she was going.

Slowly and wearily Elianne slid off of her bed and made her way downstairs. She wanted to spend as much time as possible with Enya, she didn’t want to spend her time packing.

When she got outside Elianne saw Dad, Gramp, and two people looking at Red, who was grazing contentedly, obviously having already come over and greeted them and discovered that they weren’t bringing him food.

Elianne grabbed Enya’s halter out of the barn and walked out to the pasture. Enya came up to the fence right away, nickering. Elianne haltered her and led her out and toward the barn.

Before too long she noticed one of the people was watching her lead Enya, and resentment burned in her. They were here to look at Red, not at her horse, who was not for sale.

She led Enya into the barn and tacked her up slightly roughly — thankfully Enya was a quick-to-forgive horse; and Elianne was pretty sure Enya understood that she was struggling emotionally too — before leading her back out again, where the woman who’d been watching her lead Enya to the barn now stood.

“Thank you,” the woman said, reaching for the reins.

Elianne snatched them to herself defensively. “No.”

“You were tacking her up for me to try her,” the woman said. “I’d like to try her.”

“I was not,” Elianne snapped. “This horse isn’t for sale.”

“Now your father said every horse on this property is for sale, and we are interested in that chestnut my husband’s looking at and this bay,” the woman replied.

“He wants her to be for sale, but she isn’t,” Elianne snapped. “Gram and Gramp wouldn’t let her be listed because I said I wasn’t selling her.”

“You can’t keep a horse in your backyard in town,” the woman said, chuckling slightly and looking at Elianne condescendingly.

“I know that,” Elianne spat. “And I will find a place for her to stay that’s bigger than a backyard.”

“We’ll provide her with a good home and a good family,” the woman said.

“I don’t care,” Elianne snapped. “She’s my horse. She goes where I go, and I’m not going to your house.”

Immediately Elianne mounted Enya and ordered her off at a canter. If Dad was going to try and sell Enya on her then she was going to go to Uncle Wade’s right now and secure a place for her horse to stay.