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    Cassie and Jasper to the Rescue
    Cassie and Jasper to the Rescue
    Cassie and Jasper to the Rescue
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    Cassie and Jasper to the Rescue

    By Bryn Fleming

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    Time is short. A horse is in danger. Can cowgirl Cassie and her sidekick Jasper rescue the horse from the owner’s villainous son? Or will the mare go to the local auction and meet a bad end?
    The ranch kids, raised on rodeos and cattle drives, resurrect the dilapidated corral and barn of an abandoned homestead to house the soon‑to‑be‑rescued mare.
    The kids hide, sneak, and spy on the neglectful horse owners. Then, in a desperate night ride, Cassie and Jasper attempt to lead the rescued horse to safety. Danger trails close behind them on a roaring four‑wheeler. Jasper musters his courage and risks all for the horse and his friend. Along the way a new friendship and understanding develops as Cassie and Jasper help the neglected horse’s elderly owner to care for her properly.
    At the abandoned ranch, the pursuer reappears, forcing Cassie into a dangerous game of hide‑and‑seek in the old ranch buildings. She’s trapped in the old barn, along with the mare. Will Jasper return in time? Are the kids’ cowboy skills enough to save them all?
    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherWestWinds Press
    Release dateMay 1, 2014
    ISBN9781941821039
    Cassie and Jasper to the Rescue
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    Bryn Fleming

    Bryn Fleming was born and raised in Portland, Oregon, and graduated from Portland State University with a degree in English. She taught creative writing classes at Portland Community College, and has been published in Highlights, Cricket, and numerous poetry journals. Bryn volunteered at a wildlife care center as a teenager, worked in seven different National Parks, traveled and worked in Australia, New Zealand, and the Caribbean where she crewed on sailing yachts and worked at the Oregon Zoo for ten years. She now lives in Central Oregon with rescue dogs Bandit and Pippin, shelter cats Amber and Angel, horse Sky, and an adopted wild burro Biscuit and mini-mule, Mercy. She is currently employed as a fish biology field technician helping to restore endangered wild steelhead to Oregon rivers.

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      Cassie and Jasper to the Rescue - Bryn Fleming

      Chapter 1

      My horse, Rowdy, and I galloped over the sagebrush hills of our ranch. The wind whipped his mane in my face as I leaned low over his neck, urging him faster and faster….

      Cassie!

      Ms. T.’s voice was sharp enough to tear a jagged hole in my daydreams. I looked up and could see the other kids smirking behind their hands. Ms. T. propped her hands on her hips and narrowed her eyes behind her red plastic-rimmed glasses. Cassie, please stand and read your homework assignment.

      I sighed, stood, and fought back an eye roll. Best not to push things too far. I read the title on the notebook paper in my hand: Describe Yourself Without Telling What You Look Like.

      We were learning creative writing; making up believable characters, lining up an exciting plot and all that. As if kids weren’t natural-born storytellers. And liars.

      I squinted at my chicken scratches, as Pa called my handwriting, and read:

      I’m a twelve-year-old girl.

      I love my horse, Rowdy.

      I’m going to be a rancher like my pa.

      I have my own herd of two cows. They’ll be old enough to breed next year, then I’ll have four, more if they have twins.

      That’s all.

      I sat down. Ms. T. pursed her lips. Thank you, Cassie.

      I almost admired her for not blowing up at me. I knew that it wasn’t the kind of paper she was looking for.

      Class, what does her characterization tell us about Cassie?

      The window next to my desk leaned open a crack. The sweet smell of juniper and sage fingered its way in and tangled with the B.O. of a dozen kids and Ms. T.’s fake spring deodorant soap. I tried to sort it out and only breathe in the outdoors. It smelled like freedom.

      Cab raised his hand.

      Cab? Ms. T. called on him.

      Even though she doesn’t say what she looks like, like what she’s wearing, I could picture her with cow crap on her boots and a big ol’ cowboy hat. The other kids laughed. Cab smiled big.

      Um … good, Cab. Ms. T. smiled. That may be accurate. But what can you tell about her character, her hopes and dreams, her values and motivations?

      I was a bug under a microscope. When would this be over? These kids had never cared about my likes and dislikes, my hopes and dreams before. Why would they start now?

      Stan called out from the back, without raising his hand at all. She’ll never get a boyfriend smelling like cow crap. More laughter.

      I didn’t care. I crossed my arms across my chest and crossed my boots under my desk. The clock above the door tick-ticked. Thirty more minutes of torture. I stared out the window.

      Okay, that’s enough, let’s be constructive with our comments. Ms. T.’s neck was getting pink, a flush of frustration crawling toward her face. Jasper, she called on the scruffy kid who always sat in the back row.

      I can tell that she cares about animals, he said. That shows she’s probably nice to them. And she’s not prissy.

      Very good, Jasper, Ms. T. smiled. What else?

      I studied the light falling through the leaves of the big locust tree on the edge of the playground. Listened to the sparrows chirp as they hopped branch to branch, wherever they wanted to go….

      Yes, Carlie? Ms. T. called on probably the prissiest of the prissies. Each of her nails was painted a rosy pink and had a little flower decal on it. Obviously, she didn’t have enough chores to take up her time in the mornings. Or to chip her precious nail polish.

      She probably doesn’t know how to dress, what’s in fashion or anything. She probably only wears T-shirts and jeans and work stuff.

      Before Ms. T. could respond, smarty Samantha chimed in: And she probably doesn’t care about education, about going to college or anything. She thinks she knows it all already.

      Carlie had a point. I couldn’t have cared less whether pink or black or neon green was in style. But Samantha, now that really wasn’t fair. I was plenty aware that I wasn’t the smartest chicken in the coop. I just knew what I wanted is all.

      Ms. T. seemed lost behind her glasses, just staring at us. She tried to steer us back. Okay, class, I think you’re getting the idea how characterization works. Sometimes you can tell a lot more about a person by his or her thoughts and behavior than by what they look like. When you’re writing your stories, be sure to include both an inner and outer view of your characters.

      Arturo, why don’t you read your paper next.

      Yes, ma’am. Arty stood and began to read.

      I lost interest by about the third word. The light slanted lower as we crept closer and closer to that final bell. Today was one of those days I felt like there was no possible way I’d make it through another six years of sitting indoors listening to this stuff. Forget college; just get me through seventh grade, eighth grade, high school.

      Was quitting an option? Pa would kill me. He was a firm believer in the power of education to give a person a leg up in life.

      But right now, school didn’t feel like a leg up. It felt like a giant rock crushing the breath out of me. I didn’t care about ancient history or world religions or past participles or particles or whatever. I was bored to tears.

      The bell rang. End of school, finally. I picked up my books and started out the door. Freedom!

      Then I heard: Cassie, please stay after class.

      I watched the other kids file out, some of them turning to laugh at me, not even hiding it now. I’ll miss the bus, I said.

      I’ll only keep you a minute Ms. T. sat on the corner of her desk now, looking at me like I was a piece of bad fruit at the grocery store. Cassie, it’s obvious that you are not applying yourself to your assignments. She took her glasses off and eyeballed me. Do you think that schoolwork is unimportant?

      How should I answer that? I decided to go for honesty for a change.

      Actually, yes.

      We both waited. The pink flush raced up her neck this time.

      Like I said, I want to be a rancher. Everything I need to know about cattle and feed and fencing and calving I learn at home. Maybe I got born at the wrong time, I stared at the floor, searching for a way to explain it. Like I should have been a pioneer, back when you learned everything by doing it and nothing you didn’t need.

      I see. So you feel like you’re different and special.

      I opened my mouth to tell her she had it wrong, then gave up. She didn’t understand.

      "Consider this a warning: I want more attention and enthusiasm out of you, Cassie, both in class and in your homework. Or I will call your father." She crossed her arms and

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