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    Cowboy Colt
    Cowboy Colt
    Cowboy Colt
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    Cowboy Colt

    By Dandi Daley Mackall

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    Fourth-grader Ellie James and her horse, Dream, are best friends forever. But when her human best friend, Colt, starts acting strange, Ellie determines to fix his problem. She tries to find the perfect horse for Colt. But how? Ellie’s brother is struggling to stay on his baseball team, her father is fighting to hold onto his job at the Jingle Bells Ad Agency, and her mother is volunteering at the cat farm and the worm ranch . . . so, Ellie is on her own. Or is she . . . ? Join Ellie and Colt in their exciting, horse-loving adventures.
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherTyndale House Publishers
    Release dateAug 17, 2011
    ISBN9781414366302
    Cowboy Colt
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    Dandi Daley Mackall

    Dandi Daley Mackall loves God, children, words, and animals. Her nearly 500 books for children and grown-ups have sold more than four million copies worldwide. She won the ECPA Christian Book Award for Best Children’s Book 2015 and multiple Mom’s Choice Awards, as well as ALA Best Book, NY Public Library Top Pick, Children’s Book Council Award of Excellence, and the Helen Keating Ott Award for Contributions to Children’s Literature. Her novel My Boyfriends’ Dogs is now a Hallmark Movie. Dandi writes from rural Ohio, where she lives with her family, including horses, dogs, cats, and an occasional squirrel, deer, or raccoon.  

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      Best Friends

      Come on, Dream. You can do it, girl.

      I try to sit as still as the sun on my bed. Outside my bedroom window, my new horse, Ellie’s Dream, whinnies to me.

      My horse. It’s still hard to believe I have my own horse. For almost all the nine years of my life, I’ve prayed for one. And now I have the sweetest pinto in the whole world living right in my own backyard.

      Dream is what Larissa calls a backyard horse. Larissa Richland is a girl in my fourth-grade class. She makes fun of backyard horses. She keeps her horse boarded at a stable in the city. She’d never dream of having a horse without papers to prove what great ancestors it came from. I’m pretty sure she’s never ridden anything that wasn’t a purebred. And I’m absolutely certain her horse has never set foot in her backyard.

      But I can’t imagine a better place for my horse than in my own backyard.

      Where I live, in Hamilton, Missouri, most people have big yards. But our house sits on the edge of town, the last house in town limits. And our yard is as big as a small pasture.

      To make Dream a pen, my dad built fences on three sides of our yard. For the fourth side, he used our house. And my bedroom faces the backyard. That makes Dream’s home about as close to mine as you can get.

      I scoot to the edge of the bed. I can see Dream just outside my open window. Her buddy, a calico cat, is curled on her back.

      Here, Dream, I call again.

      Every morning for the past two weeks, I’ve tried to get Dream to stick her head through my bedroom window. I used to dream about owning a famous black stallion or a fancy show horse. I imagined him sticking his head in my window to say good night and good morning.

      I don’t have the stallion or the show horse. But to me, my black-and-white pinto is better than all the black stallions in the world.

      I stick my hand out the window. Dream steps closer. I feel her warm breath on my hand. I stroke her white blaze. It’s jagged, like a lightning bolt.

      Soon her big brown eyes soften. She inches closer. Closer. She stretches out her neck . . .

      Knock! Knock! Knock! Ellie?

      I ignore the knocking at my bedroom door. It’s okay, Dream, I whisper.

      Again there’s a knock at the door. Ellie? Ellie!

      Dream backs away from the window and out of my reach. She whinnies. Then, with a bob of her head, she trots off.

      Are you in there? Dad knocks again.

      Coming, Dad. I drag myself to the door. I was so close! One more step, and Dream would have stuck her head in.

      I open the door.

      Oh, good. You’re dressed. My dad looks like he hasn’t slept all night. I’ll drive you to school. That will give us a couple of extra minutes.

      Dad, I almost got Dream to stick her head in through the window.

      Wouldn’t that hurt? He stands in the doorway and flips through pages of his notepad.

      "The open window."

      Ah. Much better. And why would you want her head in your window? he asks.

      Why? Because . . . I’m not sure. Maybe because it would show she trusts me. I guess because Dream is my best friend.

      Ah, Dad says again. But what about Colt?

      What about Colt?

      Dad has no idea what a good question this is. Colt Stevens is a boy in my class, and he lives across the street. We both love horses. Colt has been my best friend since kindergarten. Only he hasn’t been much of a friend lately. He acts like he’s mad at me. And I don’t even know why.

      Okay. Dream is my best not-human friend. Besides, I don’t think Colt would like sticking his head through my window.

      What? No, I suppose not, Dad answers. He’s staring at a page full of exclamation points.

      So what’s the trouble, Dad?

      It’s about this rhyme. I need help. He comes in and sits on the foot of my bed. Dad’s notepad has scribbles on every page. I can’t seem to get it.

      My dad works at Jingle Bells Ad Agency. He has to come up with great ad ideas all the time, or they’ll fire him. If the ideas need to rhyme, he usually comes to me for help.

      Okay. Shoot.

      Good. I need a jingle for a used car lot. But not just any jingle, Ellie. My boss wants me to come up with a thirty-second slot for a TV commercial.

      That’s great, Dad!

      Hmmm. It is. That’s true. Only I’m fit to be tied. I’ve been up all night, and I’m out of rhyme. It’s a great used car lot too. Owned by the Bear! Can you believe it? I may even get to meet the Bear.

      The Bear?

      "You know. The Bear. He’s a baseball legend and whatnot."

      And now he sells used cars? I ask.

      He does. And if I don’t come up with a jingle, I may have to ask him for a job. And I’d make a lousy salesman.

      How about ‘Go to Bear’s Lot—for cars . . . and whatnot’? Just kidding.

      No time to kid, Ellie. This is serious. Dad glances at his watch. We’d better head for the car. Keep thinking.

      Where’s Ethan? Ethan is my little brother. He’s the tallest and nicest kid in second grade. I’m the shortest in fourth.

      Ethan said he’d wait for us in the car.

      Mom?

      She left for the worm fair.

      I don’t ask. Mom volunteers for all kinds of things. I guess worms have needs too. I grab my books and follow Dad to the car.

      Ethan is in the backseat. I use sign language to say Thank you as I climb into the front. I’m pretty

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