There is no greater trust than the one between a rider and her horse Kirstie Scott's life is consumed by love for her horses. Two of her favorites are best friends but polar opposites. Crazy Horse is wild and unruly; Cadillac, a beautiful and poised pedigree. One night, both horses disappear and Kirstie fears the worst. Can Kirstie track them down and bring both horses home safely? Or will the search reveal Kirstie's worst nightmare―that her beloved animals have been stolen? About the Series: Kirstie Scott lives with her family at Half Moon Ranch where her entire life is consumed by an undying love for horses. She finds the wild and dangerous terrain enticing and spends her afternoons riding through the tall forests and deep canyons. Kirstie always finds adventure in nature and never has a dull day. "In my library? But of course! A great series for the preteen or early teen who loves horses; it’s wonderful to have acquired the third and fourth book in this series." ― http://equus.thomases.org/ Born and brought up in Harrogate, Yorkshire, Jenny Oldfield went on to study English at Birmingham University, where she did research on the Bronte novels and on Children’s Literature. She then worked as a teacher, before deciding to concentrate on writing. She writes novels for both children and adults and, when she can escape from her desk, likes to spend time outdoors. She loves the countryside and enjoys walking, gardening, playing tennis, riding her horse Merlin and traveling with her two daughters, Kate and Eve. Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Crazy Horse "This is a game called Hide the Flag!" Matt Scott announced to the group of breathless riders who had followed him and Crazy Horse up the steep mountain slope to Hummingbird Rock. Close to the edge of the sheer drop into the valley below, Kirstie reined in her horse, Lucky, and turned to grin at her best friend, Lisa Goodman on the gray. "Ready to play?" "Sure." Lisa drew level on Cadillac, the big gelding she was riding for the day; his creamy white coat shone in the afternoon light. "What do we have to do?" "See the red bandana in Matt's hand? That's the flag. One team hides it and tries to defend it while the other team tracks it down." "Hide and seek on horseback." Lisa's shrug showed that she understood. "No problem." "Don't be too sure." Kirstie's grin broadened. "Meaning?" Before Kirstie could answer, her brother, Matt, had begun to split the group of a dozen horses and their riders into two groups. "Charlie, you and Rodeo Rocky head up one team. Crazy Horse and me, we'll take the others." Quickly, he split the dude-ranch guests between himself and the young, dark-haired wrangler. "How about me?" Lisa called across the bare, granite rock. The cold wind blew her bright auburn curls in a halo around her face. "You're with me and Crazy Horse!" Matt yelled back, fixing his gray Stetson more firmly on his forehead. "OK, Lucky, that means you and me end up with Charlie," Kirstie told her palomino, who was only too happy to team up with Rocky, his favorite companion. "We hide, you seek!" Matt went on organizing the group of bemused visitors. This was the last day of their vacation riding the rugged mountain trails winding out of the green valley slopes of Half Moon Ranch. Tomorrow they would go back home to their closed-in, fume-choked city jobs, and Kirstie's brother was keen to give them a final open-air experience to remember. So he rode Crazy Horse from the ledge of Hummingbird Rock onto the softer ground where ponderosa pines grew tall and straight and aspen trees shook their flame-red autumn leaves in the breeze. He called his team to follow. "So how come you think I've got a problem?" Lisa insisted on an answer from Kirstie. She held Cadillac on a tight rein so that his handsome white face was raised high, nostrils flared, ears flicking impatiently. "Did I say that?" Kirstie opened her gray eyes wide. "Ye-ah!" Lisa's arms jerked forward as Cadillac suddenly ducked his head. She shot out of her saddle and fell against his strong neck. "Hmm." Kirstie's lips quivered. "Don't let Cadillac see the bandana!" she warned. Lisa regained her balance and squirmed back into the saddle. Immediately, Cadillac began to prance sideways, swishing his tail and shaking his head. "Why not?" Another grin broke out on Kirstie's tanned face. "Let's just say Hide the Flag is not exactly Cadillac's favorite game!" "Git on!" Lisa urged her pedigree horse to join the rough-and-tumble fun. Her team raced across a hundred feet of open ground toward a stand of pine trees along a ridge. Charlie's team followed as he led the charge on Rodeo Rocky. The sorrel shot up the slope, his black mane and tail streaming in the wind. Cadillac stood stock-still, watching them go. "C'mon, Cadillac, let's move!" Lisa gave him a kick. The gray horse turned his head and snorted. He didn't move a muscle. "Y'all spread out!" Charlie yelled instructions to his team. The bunched riders fanned out as they rea