some papers, standing in front of the big wooden bulletin board near the ring. Haley and her teammates watched from a polite distance, Haleyâs fingers crossed in the pocket of her breeches as she waited, more or less patiently, for the scribe to post the dressage scores. Had the judge noticed her mistakes? Ifso, how much would it bring down her score?
âOkay, theyâre up,â she told Andrew and Kyle as the scribe finally pinned several sheets to the board. âLetâs go check out the damage.â
Haley hurried over, with the boys on her heels. Her heart sank when she immediately spotted Rileyâs name at the top of the list. She scanned down, hoping hers would be right below it. And down, and down . . .
âI got eleventh.â Andrew sounded delighted.
Haley glanced at his name, then finally spotted hers a couple of spaces below. âThirteenth for me,â she said, trying not to sound as disappointed as she felt.
âThereâs me, number twenty-two,â Kyle said cheerfully. âHey, at least I beat a few people!â
âIncluding the one whose horse jumped out of the ring and got the big E,â Andrew joked, giving Kyle a playful punch on the arm.
âHey, Iâll take what I can get,â Kyle retorted with a grin.
Haley couldnât muster a contribution to their banter. Instead she just stood there staring at her name. Thirteenthplace? That was pathetic. How was she supposed to win the division after a start like that?
Unlucky thirteen, she thought with a grimace. Is the universe playing an April Foolsâ Day prank on me?
âOw,â she blurted out as someone pushed past, knocking her aside and almost stepping on her foot.
âExcuse me, excuse me!â It was Claire, bullying her way to the front of the group of riders gathered around the results. She scanned the list of names and scores and let out a gasp. âNinth place? What? â she exclaimed. She whirled and scowled at Andrew as if he were somehow responsible for her results. âBut we did much better than that, donât you think?â
âThatâs eventing for you,â Andrew replied philosophically. âYou win some, you lose some.â
Claire frowned at him. âBella doesnât lose,â she snapped. âAt least she shouldnât, not after how much Daddy paid for her!â
She stormed off without waiting for a response, almost bowling over an elderly man as she went. âWow,â Kyle said. âShe seems kind of bummed about her score.â
âYeah.â Haley was a little annoyed that Claire had beaten her, though she guessed the mareâs fancy gaits might have had something to do with it. But Haley did her best to shake that off. Claire wasnât her competitionâRiley was. And Haley was going to have to stay focused if she wanted to make up enough ground to beat her. âCome on,â she told the boys. âLetâs go find Jan and give her the news.â
Jan was back at the trailer helping an adult student tack up her horse. She nodded at the news about the scores.
âOkay, so now you know what you need to do on cross-country,â she told Haley, Kyle, and Andrew. âThereâs nothing out there you and your horses havenât seen before, so just ride your plan and think forward. Itâs a nice, flowing course, and you can all do it.â
âI know Augie can do it,â Kyle joked. âI just hope I can hold on for the ride.â
âDonât be silly,â Haley told him. âYouâll do great.â She was already feeling the thump-thump-thump of excitement inside her as she thought about the course. Jan was rightâit was nothing she and Wings couldnât handle intheir sleep. Doing some quick calculations in her head, she figured out that Riley would have to incur only a couple of jumping faults and maybe some time penalties, and Haley would be breathing down her