Posted in Posted by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle

There is more of this story on my writing blog, Writer's Place

    Kit pushed aside the memories for a moment to turn onto a small gravel road that wound its way up the side of a hill. Her mother would never had approved of her bouncing along over a dusty road. Her mother wouldn't, and didn't, approve of anything that she had done. She wanted her to settle down and have kids, not run off to some college in America and become a police detective. She shook her head, as if to scatter the memories like autumn leaves before the wind. Her car came to a stop in front of the stables. There were a few policemen still there, and a few other people. Pushing her half grown bangs away from her face, she stepped out of the car and started towards the knot of people.
   “Heya Kit,” a tall brown-haired man waved as she neared them.
    “Hey Jeremy,” Kit smiled and glanced around at the buildings. “Is the owner here?”
   A short, brown haired woman stepped forward. “That'd be me,” she offered a hand. “I'm Ashley Carroway.”
   Kit shook her hand. “Kit Schwester. Daniel sent me to have a look around, mostly at the riding trails.”
   Ashley nodded. “Right. Well the trails are down that way, they branch off in quite a few different ways. Beth wrote in the log book that she was taking the red trail. It's marked by a red ribbon.”
   “And the horse? It didn't come back?”
   “No. I noticed that he wasn't in his stall and that is Beth's horse so I figured that she had gone out with him. The problem was that she was usually back by then. So I went to check the log, I thought maybe she had headed out late and I saw that she had left, as usual, at six thirty.”
   “What does the horse look like?”
   Ashley motioned for her to follow. “There's a picture of him in the stables.”
   As they walked to the main building, Kit looked curiously around at everything. She had never really like horses all that much and so had never been to a stables. Now that she was at one she wanted to get as much information as she could from the experience.

- Sir Doyle