dismounts and hanging on to one side of Drummer over jumps, I hastily quit my stirrups, dropped my reins, and threw my right leg over Drummerâs neck, grabbing the reins again as I slipped off over his left-hand side to land on the pavement on my feet, reins in one hand, the stirrup leather attached to Henry in the other.
âWhere are you going?â I heard Drummer ask me, looking around in bewilderment as I yanked testily on Henryâs head collar.
Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the passenger rider walking toward me, unfastening his helmet, and lifting it upward. My heart sank. Iâd known car drivers to hurl abuse at horse riders, telling them to get off the roadâlike they own it. They didnât seem to understand that sometimes itâs the only way to get from one bridle path to another, and we were only on it today because of Henryâs impromptu adventure on the baseball field. I hoped there wasnât going to be shouting. I took a deep breath, intending to thank the bike rider for switching off his engine before his enraged passenger rider could get a word in edgewise.
But as the passenger rider came menacingly toward me and as his head was finally released from the helmet, a cascade of blond curls tumbled down. My mouth fell open in amazementâand stayed there.
The passenger rider, dressed head to toe in black leather, was my mom.
Pia, are you all right? Did we make you fall off?â Mom asked anxiously, staring at my face for signs, presumably, of pain.
âNo, no, Iâm fine,â I assured her. âLook, I landed on my feet.â I wasnât fine. I was a messâwhat was my mom doing on the back of a motorcycle. Motor cycle! I had so got the wrong end of the stick, as usual. And leather, whatever next? I mean, Iâd been right about the packageâwhat had been in it was almost kinky.
âHello, Mrs. Edwards,â chanted Bean and James behind me. I was sure I could detect an undercurrent of smirking. No wonderâmy mom was a biker chick . Iâd never live it down. Henry, oblivious to my murderous mood, stuck his head down to eat the grass on the shoulder of the road. I hauled it up again. He was starting to get on my nerves. Correction: I had one nerve left, and he was on it !
âI asked Mike to stop when I saw the horses and then, when I saw it was youâhello, DrummerâI couldnât believe it. And then when I saw you fall offâ¦â my mom began.
âI didnât fall off!â I insisted. âI was pulled off! Thereâs a difference!â
A car pulled up behind us all, and Mothâs anxiety level rose.
âLook, weâd better go,â said James.
âYes, yesâweâll follow you,â said Mom.
âNo, Mom, weâll be fineâthe gate to Laurel Farm is only around the corner. Just let this car past, and weâll be there in two shakes. Go on with yourâ¦your ride.â
But she didnât. She waited until weâd turned into the drive, and then I heard the motorcycle slowly following us. I couldnât believe itâmy mom in leather, at the yard . I could imagine Catâs reaction. Would my mom ever tire of finding ways to embarrass me?
Cat wasnât at the yard, thank goodness. I shoved Henry into his stable, glad to see the back of his black tail and wishing weâd left him at the baseball field for someone elseâor notâto find, then I put Drummer away.
âYour momâs still experimenting, I see,â he said as I took off his bridle.
âIâm not in the mood,â I told him sharply.
âStill trying to find herself, is she?â
âLeave it!â
âSheâs entitled to her hobbies, isnât she? Just like you are?â
âDonât side with her. Youâre my pony, remember?â
âOh, and there I was thinking you were my human.â
âAlways have an answer for everything, donât