Candace Carrabus's Blog, page 5

M is for Mistake

When I found out my parents had created a trust fund for me, I was shocked. Out of the blue, I received a letter from an attorney stipulating what I had to do to receive the funds in the fund. Mainly, keep a job for one full year before I turned thirty. My first mistake […]

L is for Limp

There are two men called Dex who board their horses at Winterlight. We call them Dex One and Dex Two to keep them straight. Malcolm was away on business the day I met Dex One. Clara brought the man to me. “Dexter Hamill, this is Viola Parker.” I winced at the use of my full name. […]

Today’s Ride: Meet Author PG Forte

The April Newsletter is finally out! Check it out to read the first two chapters of PG Forte’s Truth or Dare! Sign up today to receive news, special deals, and your free copy of Cold Backed. PG Forte inhabits a world only slightly less strange than the ones she creates. Filled with serendipity, coincidence, love […]

K is for Kilt

When I pulled into Winterlight for the very first time, I saw a loose cow coming straight at me down a long drive. I turned off my tired truck and got out, thinking I could show how helpful I am right off the bat. My dog, Noire, hopped down from the truck seat as well. […]

J is for JJ

I met JJ my second day at  Winterlight. He rolled up to the barn in a Ford pickup of indeterminate color—might have been green at one time, but it was mostly rust with dashes of primer. The right headlight hung down like a gouged-out eye, and the tailgate had gone missing. Half an antenna stuck up […]

I is for Idling

The day I arrived at Winterlight, I pulled into the drive of toward late afternoon on the last Saturday of April, and stopped. The ground rose and the road topped a hill, blocking my view of the place. A light cloud of dust hovered beyond the hilltop—probably someone riding in a dry arena. Nothing said […]

H is for Henry…or Henrietta

The first day I arrived at Winterlight, Malcolm introduced me to the horses. He talked to his retired mount, Fergus, and that gave me hope that everything would be okay while I was there. Then, a glossy, fat, black cat wobbled down the aisle and curled around Malcolm’s ankle. He picked the cat up and cradled […]

G is for Gross

Malcolm hired me to replace Norman. But Norman had one day left when I started, and he was supposed to show me the ropes. He motored in on a four-wheeler at eight-thirty. Talk about duded up. Fake alligator shit kickers with chrome toe guards and skin-tight Levi’s hugging a barely-there ass. The pearly snaps of […]

F is for F***

I’d just arrived at Winterlight. Malcolm startled Cali as I unloaded her from the trailer, and she kicked him. NOT an auspicious start to things. A group of trail riders had returned shortly before, and one of the women thought it would be a good idea to bring her mount over to meet my horse. […]

E is for Excuses

My first day at Winterlight, Malcolm said, “I’ll show you around, then leave you to get settled. I have to go out of town tomorrow, but if you’re up for an early ride, I can give you a tour of the farm in the morning. We’re closed to the public on Sundays.” “I’d like that,” […]