Beautifully Broken: From the Horizon Home Series
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“The reason I left the place I did is to find a home. But I also had no freedom there, and I value my liberty. I’ll not let you tell me what to do.”
Etta Alby is determined never to let anyone tell her what to do again. She’s already spent her entire life being pushed around by her cruel, heartless great-aunt Gertrude Badger.
But not anymore.
Now the girl is on her way to Calico, a silver mining town in the Mojave desert. Little does Etta know that she may have to let down her guard and learn to trust others if she wants to thrive. Along the way to Calico, she meets Timere, a young man whose destination is the same as hers. Soon becoming friends, the two team up and head for Calico. With a determined spirit and a gift with horses, Etta is sure she has a chance to live her own life. But things don’t always go as planned.
Samantha Baily
Samantha Baily is a free-spirited young woman with a heart full of hope and a head full of horses. She feels at home in the desert and enjoys reading, writing, and riding. Her dream is to become a successful author and horse trainer, and one day own a rescue ranch for mustangs and other abused equines.
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Beautifully Broken - Samantha Baily
Chapter One
M
y name is Etta Alby. I was born in Rancho, California in 1879. The United States had recently declared slavery illegal, and California was a state at the time—part of the United States of America.
My story is confusing and sad—with hardships and suffering. It is a story of resilience and self-discovery. But my story is what shaped me.
My mother died from birthing me, and my father died sometime while she was pregnant. I never knew either of them—so I cannot say I miss them—but I do wish I had gotten to meet my parents at least once or twice—so I would have memories to cherish. After my parents passed, I was immediately sent to live with my great-aunt Gertrude Badger, who raised me. Her attempts to transform me into a proper lady failed—much to my relief and downfall—for she put me to work instead of sending me to school when I was ten years old. I did most things her servants performed—laundry, dishes, scrubbing the floors.
There was one thing I loved, however: The horses.
Aunt Gertrude’s stepbrother constantly brought her horses as gifts, and she either sold them or used them for her carriage. I mucked their stalls and turned them out to pasture—and escaped to be in their presence whenever I could. Aunt Gertrude despised animals, but took pride in having valuable carriage horses to escort her to her fancy parties.
She considered me a ragamuffin, not fit to be seen in public. So, when I was ten years old, she made a decision: I would never leave her house to go anywhere. Luckily, Aunt Gertrude’s stepbrother, John, came to see me every two months or so. He brought me small gifts each time—most of which Aunt Gertrude confiscated—but I found joy and comfort in John’s mere presence, anyway.
We went for walks, and he taught me many things about the horses. He would ramble on about 1849, a year when gold was plentiful in California and many were rushing from far and wide to retrieve it. I was so fascinated by all his stories—his knowledge—that I began to dream of living somewhere far away and going on adventures.
John and the horses were my only passages of escape from Aunt Gertrude until I turned eleven, and I met Bonny.
I was scooping manure quietly when loud, anguished neighs filled my aunt’s stables. Two grooms clutched ropes that connected to the halter of a beautiful draft mare with a flowing blond mane and tail. Her ears were pinned flat against her skull, and she reared, the silky hairs around her ankles swirling. The muscles rippling across her shoulders and chest proved her to be a match for the two men, who she practically swept off their feet as they struggled to drag her into a stall.
I stood rigid for a few precious seconds—staring—then I rushed forward, crooning to the mare. The grooms observed in open-mouthed wonder as she lowered her fore-hooves to the wood floor with a loud SLAM! and extended her muzzle toward me, nostrils flaring. Her ears slowly moved forward. I rubbed the pink snip between her nostrils and grabbed hold of her halter, pulling her head down so she couldn’t rear. Her dark eyes met mine.
You know,
a deep voice boomed, startling the mare so that she jerked the halter from my hands. My father always said that in every handful of people, there’s at least one who’s a horse wizard. Do you have the gift?
I curtsied to John, Aunt Gertrude’s stepbrother. With his graying hair and easy smile, I wished he could have adopted me. He reached over to take the mare’s lead-ropes from the grooms. To my surprise, he handed them to me!
I studied the mare. Her mane fell to her sleek shoulders—as long and unkempt as my wild, curly, reddish-brown hair. Her coat was grey-white, and her muzzle black except for that pink snip. She bent her slightly-dished face down to me.
She’s the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen, sir,
I decided.
Then keep her,
John replied, and burst into laughter at my aghast expression.
Aunt Gertrude will never permit me!
I protested.
I’ll take care of that old grouch,
John chuckled, and patted my shoulder. Take your new horse into her new stall and give her a good grooming. I’ve never seen her answer so well to anyone. She’s definitely yours, Miss Etta.
I beamed and worried at the same time, leading my
horse into her stall so I could groom her. She bobbed her head and slammed the door with her chest until I stroked her neck to calm her.
You’re so pretty, I’ll name you Bonita,
I crooned. But I’m going to call you Bonny. That was my mother’s name.
Bonny sighed and lowered her forehead to my chest. I brushed her coat clean, combed her mane and tail, and picked the dirt from her enormous hooves.
John soon returned to the stables and observed me. Your aunt and I made a deal,
he said. "You can keep the mare as long as you do all the chores for her: feeding her, grooming her, cleaning out her stall, and exercising her—along with your regular chores. I guess this means you’re going to have to learn to ride?"
I beamed up at him.
He taught me to ride Bonny, with a saddle as well as bareback. I even learned to file her hooves with a rasp so they’d stay in good shape.
Early each morning, I mucked Bonny’s stall and turned her out to pasture. When my other chores were finally complete, I groomed and rode her.
When I was 13, I taught Bonny how to obey my commands without a saddle or bridle—in case something ever happened.
When my left heel pressed to her barrel, she turned right; when my right heel pressed her barrel, she turned left. If I leaned back and squeezed her shoulders with my knees, she halted. When I tapped my heels to the fronts of her shoulders, she backed up. At first, we both confused and irritated one another. Gradually, and with practice, we learned to cooperate.
John thought it amazing.
"Etta Alby, you are a horse wizard! he told me gleefully.
I want to see you use your gift with other horses someday."
I only smiled at him.
I turned fifteen in 1894, and Bonny turned nine years old. We were both outgoing and inseparable. One day, Aunt Gertrude walked into my bedroom while I busied myself scrubbing the baseboards. I curtsied to her, but she ignored