Mary Peace FinleyAward-winning author of books for young people
Before Sadie could answer, hoof beats thundered toward them. “Ohhh, no!” Raephy moaned. “It’s Mr. Black, and does he ever look mad.”“Mr. Black always looks mad.” Sadie’s fingers gripped Raephy’s skirt.Jinx dropped the stick at Raephy’s feet, planted his front paws and leaned forward, eyes fixed. Raephy signaled “stop!” to remind him not to growl.Mr. Black reigned up in front of them, yanking on the bit. Foam flicked from the corners of his horse’s mouth. The horse’s eyes showed white. Mr. Black hiked up the six-shooter at his side and glared down at Raephy. “Which one are you?” he grumbled.“I’m Raephy, Mr. Black, sir.” “Where’s your Pa and that worthless brother of yours?”“Daddy and Harry are fixing the loading chutes.” Raephy pointed beyond the station to the two figures working between the train tracks and the corrals.