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Twister.
“You don’t think they left without us, do you?” cried Jody. “Where could they be?”
Just then, the girls heard the deep growl of a truck engine behind them on the lane. They spun around and gasped at the sight
of a brand new, shiny black double-cab pickup rumbling down the lane from the farmhouse. Hitched to the truck was a huge silver
horse trailer. Twister waved to them from the passenger seat. And behind the wheel, grinning like a teenager, was Willie.
“Oh my gosh! What in the world?” Mary yelped.
“Mary!” Jody exclaimed, grabbing Mary’s arm. “That must be the truck and trailer Mr. Gordon talked about the other day! Remember?”
Willie pulled up next to the girls and rolled the window down. Then he opened the door and gestured to the extra bench seat
behind the driver. “Well, git in,” he said.
Mary and Jody needed no more prodding. Climbing in behind Willie and Twister, they sunk down on the plush gray-and-black seat
and marveled at the spacious interior of the truck.
“Willie, is this yours? Where did you get it?” Jody asked breathlessly as Willie steered the big truck and trailer expertly
down the lane.
“Well, I wish I could say it was mine,” he said. “But it’s just bein’ rented by the film company so’s we can pick up some
horses. Pretty nice, huh?”
The hour it took to get to the auction seemed to fly by as the girls savored the beauty of the farm landscapes along the way
and the richness of the truck, compared to Willie’s rickety red pickup with the deep cracks in the seat. Before they knew
it, Twister was pointing at the sign for New London Sales Stable. The words were painted on the side of a white, barnlike
building at the end of a large parking lot filled with trucks and horse trailers.
“Here we are,” he said. “Pretty crowded today. But I think I see a parkin’ space.”
Willie pulled the big rig into the parking lot and maneuvered it into a space between two other trucks. Mary and Jody looked
out the window and immediately saw two horses being led toward the sale barn. Others were in the process of unloading from
the many trailers, and there were people riding horses in the parking lot.
“How many horses are there going to be?” Jody asked, watching as a pair of gray ponies was unloaded from one of the trailers.
“Oh, about two hundred or so,” Twister answered nonchalantly.
Two hundred horses! Mary and Jody could hardly grasp the enormity of it all. They stepped down from the truck just in time
to see a horse-drawn buggy driven by a man with a long beard enter the lot.
“Those are the Amish,” Willie explained as they watched the man drive the horse into a shed where two other buggies were parked
with the horses hitched to a long rail. “They still abide by the old ways, and they don’t have cars or tractors. They depend
on horses to do the farm work and provide their transportation. We’ll see a lot more buggies in here by the end of the day.”
Mary and Jody were speechless as they walked across the parking lot toward the sale barn. All manner of horses and ponies,
mules and burros, and even a pair of llamas were traveling with them to the wide entrance into the building. But once inside
the cavernous structure, an even more astounding sight met their eyes. In the first section of the building, to the right
and left, on either side of a wide aisle, stood a long, continuous row of horses. Their halters were secured by short ropes
clipped to rings on the wall, and their hindquarters faced outward to the aisle. Some were munching on the hay provided in
a long trough at their heads, some were stomping or shaking their heads nervously, and others whinnied impatiently to each
other.
“Now be careful walking down the aisle—stay right in the center,” Willie warned. “Some of these horses are kickers, and there’s
not much room to get out of the way. We’re goin’ to walk you through the
“You don’t think they left without us, do you?” cried Jody. “Where could they be?”
Just then, the girls heard the deep growl of a truck engine behind them on the lane. They spun around and gasped at the sight
of a brand new, shiny black double-cab pickup rumbling down the lane from the farmhouse. Hitched to the truck was a huge silver
horse trailer. Twister waved to them from the passenger seat. And behind the wheel, grinning like a teenager, was Willie.
“Oh my gosh! What in the world?” Mary yelped.
“Mary!” Jody exclaimed, grabbing Mary’s arm. “That must be the truck and trailer Mr. Gordon talked about the other day! Remember?”
Willie pulled up next to the girls and rolled the window down. Then he opened the door and gestured to the extra bench seat
behind the driver. “Well, git in,” he said.
Mary and Jody needed no more prodding. Climbing in behind Willie and Twister, they sunk down on the plush gray-and-black seat
and marveled at the spacious interior of the truck.
“Willie, is this yours? Where did you get it?” Jody asked breathlessly as Willie steered the big truck and trailer expertly
down the lane.
“Well, I wish I could say it was mine,” he said. “But it’s just bein’ rented by the film company so’s we can pick up some
horses. Pretty nice, huh?”
The hour it took to get to the auction seemed to fly by as the girls savored the beauty of the farm landscapes along the way
and the richness of the truck, compared to Willie’s rickety red pickup with the deep cracks in the seat. Before they knew
it, Twister was pointing at the sign for New London Sales Stable. The words were painted on the side of a white, barnlike
building at the end of a large parking lot filled with trucks and horse trailers.
“Here we are,” he said. “Pretty crowded today. But I think I see a parkin’ space.”
Willie pulled the big rig into the parking lot and maneuvered it into a space between two other trucks. Mary and Jody looked
out the window and immediately saw two horses being led toward the sale barn. Others were in the process of unloading from
the many trailers, and there were people riding horses in the parking lot.
“How many horses are there going to be?” Jody asked, watching as a pair of gray ponies was unloaded from one of the trailers.
“Oh, about two hundred or so,” Twister answered nonchalantly.
Two hundred horses! Mary and Jody could hardly grasp the enormity of it all. They stepped down from the truck just in time
to see a horse-drawn buggy driven by a man with a long beard enter the lot.
“Those are the Amish,” Willie explained as they watched the man drive the horse into a shed where two other buggies were parked
with the horses hitched to a long rail. “They still abide by the old ways, and they don’t have cars or tractors. They depend
on horses to do the farm work and provide their transportation. We’ll see a lot more buggies in here by the end of the day.”
Mary and Jody were speechless as they walked across the parking lot toward the sale barn. All manner of horses and ponies,
mules and burros, and even a pair of llamas were traveling with them to the wide entrance into the building. But once inside
the cavernous structure, an even more astounding sight met their eyes. In the first section of the building, to the right
and left, on either side of a wide aisle, stood a long, continuous row of horses. Their halters were secured by short ropes
clipped to rings on the wall, and their hindquarters faced outward to the aisle. Some were munching on the hay provided in
a long trough at their heads, some were stomping or shaking their heads nervously, and others whinnied impatiently to each
other.
“Now be careful walking down the aisle—stay right in the center,” Willie warned. “Some of these horses are kickers, and there’s
not much room to get out of the way. We’re goin’ to walk you through the
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