“I’m sorry, Lucky,” Mr. Winthrop told her. “We just can’t afford a worker this summer.”
“But who will give advice with the cones?” Lucky lamented.
“I suppose,” Mr. Winthrop said with a thoughtful smile, “that will have to be me.”
“Are you sure?” Lucky asked, getting desperate. “What about at your general store? Do you need help there?”
“Same answer, Lucky,” answered Mr. Winthrop.
Lucky felt her frustration rising. “Are you absolutely sure I can’t have a job? I really need one, and I already asked at the bank and the library.” Ice cream scooping had been Lucky’s first choice, but when she’d arrived in town, the parlor was closed. She’d gone around town asking other places while waiting for it to open.
“Sorry,” Mr. Winthrop told her. “Perhaps you can come up with a unique idea, something the town needs but no one has thought of yet.…” He returned to the back room.
Feeling sad and uncertain about what to do next, Lucky left the shop.
Spirit was waiting in the square.
“What am I going to do?” she asked him, putting a hand on his nose and giving him a soft scratch. Spirit dipped to make it easier for her to climb on, but she didn’t want to ride yet. They walked a bit together. “I’m out of ideas,” she groaned.
Moving slowly down the sidewalk, Lucky dragged her feet while Spirit tried to lift her mood by nudging her playfully. When they reached the general store, Lucky stopped. A crystal bottle in the window caught Lucky’s eye. She was drawn to it, watching the way the cut glass sparkled. It was not exactly like the one she’d broken, but it was very close. It wasn’t as if Lucky could buy only a new stopper for Cora’s bottle; she had to buy the whole thing. And she was certain that Aunt Cora would like this one very much. She went inside, raised the glass, and looked at the tag. It was so expensive… and she knew it would cost even more to refill the bubble bath.
She sighed and asked Spirit, “How will I ever earn enough money? It’s hopeless! No one will hire me!”
At that, Spirit neighed and Lucky followed the way he was gazing. In the distance, she could see a puff of smoke from a passing train.
“You think I should ask my dad?” Lucky stopped walking to watch the black puff of smoke dissipate into the blue sky. “He isn’t going to want me working the trains or pounding rail spikes.” She considered it. “Perhaps I could sell tickets or drinks at the station?” That was a good idea.
Spirit whinnied.
“Thanks, Spirit.” She put a hand up and rubbed his back. “If Dad says yes, I’ll get you an extra apple.”
Spirit whinnied again.
“Ten apples,” she corrected, and climbed onto his back for the short ride home.
“Agggh,” Lucky complained to her friends when they went for an afternoon ride. “Dad said he didn’t have any jobs at the railroad. Seriously, that was my last, last, last idea. I need to buy Cora a new bottle, but I don’t know how.” She squeezed her legs around Spirit a bit tighter. The horse responded by quickening his pace to keep up with the others.
“You can help me babysit Snips,” Abigail suggested, keeping her eyes on the horizon as Boomerang sped across the green valley. “Maybe if two of us watched him together, he’d act like a normal kid.”
Pru laughed as Chica Linda pulled up next to Spirit. “Wishful thinking,” she said. “Your little brother doesn’t even know what normal means.”
Abigail scratched her head. “What if he was the normal one, and we were all weird?”
Pru laughed even harder, and Lucky joined in, chuckling.
“It’s true. He’s a strange little brother,” Abigail said. She glanced at Lucky. “But you can still help me babysit.”
Lucky considered it for a moment. “What does babysitting Snips pay?”
“Oh, I should have told you that,” Abigail said with a frown. “Nothing. It’s more like a chore than a job. I guess that’s not very helpful, huh?”
“Nothing won’t buy a new glass bottle at the store.” Lucky sighed. “Thanks anyway.” With that idea out, she turned to Pru. “What are you doing this summer?” Then she quickly added, “And can I help?”
“Not unless you want to go to Rancho El Paseo,” Pru said. “My dad is sending me there for the summer to help his cousin Raymond with his new ranch.”
Lucky gasped. “You’re not going to be here all summer?”
“But that’s too long,” Abigail moaned. “You can’t go away all summer! What will we do without you? Don’t go, Pru.” She pouted. “You have to stay in Miradero. It will be a terrible summer if we aren’t all together.”
“I know!” Pru lamented. “That’s what I told my dad, but he just said, ‘You can’t sit around all day.’”
Lucky wrinkled her nose and groaned. “Looks as if we’ll all be busy this summer.” She slowed Spirit down near a small grove of trees and climbed from his back. Spirit immediately began to eat the grass. Pru and Abigail dismounted as well, and Boomerang and Chica Linda wandered off to be with Spirit.
Abigail flopped back in the grass, staring up at the sky. “It makes me sad that we can’t spend our summer with the horses. The PALs, out riding the range, searching for adventure.” PAL was a combination of the three girls’ names: Pru, Abigail, and Lucky.
Abigail watched the clouds roll by. “That one looks like a little girl,” she said, pointing to a thick cloud with a puffy top. “She’s wearing a fancy hat.”
“I don’t see a girl,” Pru said, lying back next to Abigail and squinting into the afternoon light. “Sort of looks like a boy to me. He’s got a big head, not a hat.”
“Oh, that’s the one next to the girl,” Abigail said. “Now it looks like the boy is chasing the girl. They’re playing
