My New Undiscovered Life by Amber Rae (e novels to read online TXT) 📖

clumsiness. She hated how she had been adopted. She hated this place. She just wanted to go back to the orphanage. Back to her small room, with the rusty fire escape, where she sat every night, wishing to her star that she would be adopted.


Over her blurred vision and tears, blood dripped from her knees and palms. Almost as fast as the tears from her eyes. She had to get something to stop the bleeding. She looked around. All that she could see was rolling hills of oats, wheat, and green. The gravel road rolled between the fields.

It was so quiet. She couldn’t hear anything but the sounds of her heartbeat and her now quiet sobs. Then, a contrasting thumping, off beat from her own heart was heard.It sounded like a horse running. JoAnne looked around, but saw nothing but fields. It had to be her imagination. Until a hoarse, heavy breathing was also heard close by. She knew it wasn’t her imagination.

Over the hill, came Lone Rider. Her sweat, shining in the morning sun. She was beautiful. Her breathing was still heavy. She pranced down the small slope in the road, her footing small and delicate.

She eased toward JoAnne slowly, almost as if not to scare her. She delicately nudged her, and nickered. JoAnne slowly eased up, careful not to frighten Lone Rider. Jo wondered how Lone Rider had found her, or how she had escaped the farm. Maybe some how she knew JoAnne had been in danger.

JoAnne carefully patted Lone Rider’s muzzle. Her legs were still very weak and shaky. She wondered what her chances were to be able to get on Lone Rider and stay on, with the condition of her legs. But she also considered the chances of her getting back to the ranch before night fall.

Soon enough, JoAnne climbed on to the mare’s bare back. The thin coarse hair on the horse back poked at her beaten legs. The blood had dried now, making her skin stiff like.

Lone Rider carefully maneuvered in a tight circle, being cautious, not to lose JoAnne. JoAnne grabbed a large chunk of shiny black, tangled, hair and held on tight. Lone Rider moved swiftly, but slowly. JoAnne could feel every muscle moving under the horse’s skin.

Lone Rider slowly headed toward the slowly setting sun. JoAnne stared blankly at the bright crimson red blending into the starburst yellow. As she daydreamed her heart thumped to the beat of Lone Rider’s hooves.
They traveled over the plains, until right before dark, they crested a hill, and there was the farm. It was light up like a Christmas tree.

Chapter 15- Home Again


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