Eryss heaved a sigh and shifted uncomfortably in her seat, throwing long stares out of the passenger side window. "No wonder she sounded so cross over the phone.." Out of the corner of her eye, she saw her grandfather nod. Silence fell between them, only broken by the slight brake squeal as they came to a stop sign. Instinctively, as she had done with her mother so many times before, Eryss reached for the radio. Grandpa cut her short.
"Don't you turn that noise on. You and I have to talk." He said strictly, switching on the blinker and scanning for headlights. Eryss froze. She knew those words, she hated those words. They were the words her mother used when Eryss was in trouble. She shot a scared look her grandfather's way.
"O-oh, okay. What is it grandpa?"
"That horse of yours might be beyond my training skills."
"What?!" Eryss almost screeched, causing the elderly man to jump slightly and swerve the truck. Eryss' heart sunk as visions of a trailer being backed to the barn and Aspen being loaded and hauled away danced around her vision. Tears pricked the backs of her eyes, she started gasping for breaths, getting ready to start sobbing.
"Woah, woah! Calm down Eryss! Calm down!" Grandpa called over her breathing, blindly offering a hand to pat Eryss' knee. Eryss accepted it gratefully. "That horse of yours is a natural born jumper. I see it now. What you were talking about -" the old man rushed, trying to calm her before she started the true water works, "I was merely going to say that Joe Hinks down the road from us, the guy who gives english riding lessons, might be a better fit for you and Aspen. That's all!"
The path is different for you and me, but the journey begins in the heart.