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Silly out into the ten-acre pasture, choose the beds they wanted in the bunkhouse before the other girls arrived, and still be able to discuss Ryan and the hidden horses.
    Sam knew she’d have to be a little bit careful when they talked about Ryan. Though Jen was analytical and levelheaded regarding most subjects, she had a major crush on Ryan. That might force logic to take a backseat to affection.
    â€œHi!” Sam called. As she hurried outside and stepped down from the porch, the first thing she noticed was Jen’s clothes.
    She wasn’t wearing any eye-searing neon colors.
    Instead, Jen wore fresh jeans and a blue flowered shirt. Was she trying to look more adult for her first day as a HARP counselor?
    As she dismounted, Jen glanced over her shoulder, and gave Sam an appraising look, too.
    â€œYou trying to look tougher than the HARP girls?” Jen asked as she tossed her reins over the hitching rail.
    â€œNo,” Sam said slowly. Tougher? What could Jen mean? Then, she remembered her bandaged cheek. “Oh, this? I just had a disagreement with Tempest.”
    Jen gave her a half smile. “Does it hurt?”
    â€œNot really.”
    â€œGood thing,” Jen said, and rushed toward Sam. “This is going to be so fun!”
    Jen’s white-blond braids flew as she twirled Sam in a hug.
    â€œAbsolutely!” Sam answered, and when they stood back to grin at each other, she saw Jen’s shirt more clearly.
    It wasn’t a bit grown-up.
    The dark blue on Jen’s pale denim shirt wasn’t flowers. The pattern was made up of slogans. “Ornery cowgirl,” “Shut up and ride,” and “Bronc rider in braids.” Silhouettes of cowgirls in action were interspersed with the words.
    â€œI love your shirt!” Sam said, turning Jen so that she could read each saying.
    â€œThis one’s for you.” Jen looked down and pointed to a design near her right shoulder.
    â€œâ€˜Doin’ the moo cow boogie,’” Sam read.
    The illustration next to that one showed a cowgirl entangled in her own rope with a crazy cow bucking on the other end.
    â€œYou’re funny,” Sam said, then stuck her tongue out at Jen, who knew she really needed practice at roping.
    Still smiling, Jen swept the ten-acre pasture with her gaze, then leaned right and stared past Sam, toward the barn.
    â€œAre they in there?” Jen asked quietly.
    Sam didn’t ask who they were. She knew Jen was talking about Ryan’s horses.
    â€œNo,” Sam said.
    â€œIn the round pen?” Jen guessed, with a blush.
    Sam hadn’t meant her tone to sound as if Jen were simpleminded, but she’d been the one to tell Ryan about the box canyon, so she should know where the horses were.
    â€œYou girls have everything under control?” Gram asked as she came over, wiping her earth-smeared hands on her jeans.
    Jen continued to look around the ranch yard. Then she began to frown.
    Sam felt queasy. She’d known something wasn’t right! But Gram was waiting for an answer.
    â€œYep, we’ve planned everything,” Sam said. “Since Mikki’s handled Dark Sunshine before, she’ll work with Jake every morning, gentling Sunny.”
    â€œIf Jake cooperates,” Jen grumbled.
    â€œHe’d better,” Sam said, “because we’ll be working with Gina. I don’t know how much she’s ridden, but Popcorn will be nice to her.”
    â€œOf course he will,” Gram said. “That horse pays back every moment of kindness you give him.”
    â€œJen and I will take turns instructing Gina. Like, Jen will tell her what to do on Popcorn, while I show her on Ace,” Sam rushed on.
    â€œIn the afternoons the girls will switch,” Jen explained. “Mikki will ride Popcorn while Jakeinstructs and I’ll demonstrate on Penny.”
    â€œWhile they do that, Gina and I will gentle Tempest. If she’s nice,” Sam