It had only been a few minutes, but the effect of the letter had stopped time in its tracks. Her fingers gripped the envelope tightly, her eyes starting to tear as if she had been slapped across the face. She held the letter slightly away from her body, as if the distance would change the content. Her nerves visible in her movements as she started to read once again the letter that would forever change her destiny.

Dear Miss. Guerrier,

We regret to inform you that your application to the Friesian Horse Association of North America has been rejected at this time. Unfortunately, our trainers program is currently full for the upcoming session. Your efforts in proving yourself an exceptional candidate have not gone unnoticed. We appreciate the extra education that you endured in order to learn the English language and the essay submission on the reintroduction of the Friesian Breed into North America, in 1974, was very well received. We would like to extend at this time the opportunity to be placed on the waiting list, should an opening come up. On a personal note there is a gentleman breeder of Friesian's in Kentucky, Mr. Kenneth Kendell, that showed interest in your essay and I have passed along your personal information to him.

Sincerely,
Mr. Itzen
FHNA

Silently she lowered the page to her side and let the emotions bubble to the surface. “Regret... regret... like hell!! Ils ne s'inquiètent pas.” She crumpled the letter in a fury, throwing the balled paper like a fast pitch down the pipe. It bounced off the wall and flitted to the floor, landing unceremoniously upon the rug. She looked around her, surprised at how much she hated, at that moment, standing in this room.

This was her favorite room, the room where everything good happened. The wooden stairway rising to the loft where she had her first kiss. The stone fireplace jutting out from the main wall, where she spent many hours laughing and talking with her family. The writing desk nestled in the corner, surrounded by luscious green plants where she spent so many hours studying her lessons. The white couch that yielded to her as she sat upon it, wrapping its stuffing around her as though she were part of it. All of these things seemed so foreign to her right now. This house, on this farm, where her family worked and lived. Why did everything have to change for her?

She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself. She studied her face, the youthfulness starting to give way to the woman she would become. She could see her Mother's eyes staring back at her and her father's dark complexion. Her long dark hair was tangled into a mass on top of her head. No make-up, none needed. She was smart, fit and ready to take on the world. The world just wasn't allowing her to take the first step. All of these things wandered about in her mind, entwined with thoughts of her dreams dashed.

She was not ready to admit defeat; she was not ready to bend to the forces of fate. She had worked too long and too hard to give up now. She still remembered the first time she saw the strange breed of horse that had captured her heart. She would make her own dreams fit whatever destiny had in store for her. She stared into that mirror for almost fifteen minutes before turning on her heels and straightening her back. Her head held high she walked through the room to the hallway, ready to make the fates realize that she had too much to offer of herself to be ignored. As she walked down the hall to the front door she said aloud, “I am Sophie Colette Guerrier, I am strong, I am intelligent and I can do whatever my spirit moves me to do.”

With her mind made up that she was going to be a notable person in the world of Friesian show horses, she stepped through the front door and inhaled deeply of the fresh ranch air. The smells of hay, manure and sweat caressed her nostrils like chocolate would a sex-starved woman. She knew at that moment, without a shred of doubt that her life was about to start.

“Sophie.... Sophie,” her father's voice whispered through her thoughts. She looked around and spotted him over by the main house waving frantically to her, both arms flailing in the air. It always amazed her that she could sense him calling from such a great distance. She was too far away to actually hear his words but knew it was something important.

The main house towered over the 500 acres, situated right in the middle of it all, like a sentinel watching over its domain. She picked up her pace and headed towards him. She loved her family more than anything. She knew how hard it had been for her parents to work on this property without owning any of it themselves. Her mother slaved away in the main house day after day, serving others. Her father aging as he cleaned the stables of over fifty horses, so that others could prosper. They weren't the only employees here but some days it felt like it. They did this all so that their children would have a clean, safe place to grow. It had taken her a long time to realize just how hard it had been for them, and she would never be able to tell them just how much she appreciated it.

As she trotted up the walkway, her mind going back and forth between thoughts, her eyes looking ahead but not in focus. She felt a chill go through her. Then she heard it, low and behind her. She began to feel the shaking of the ground, she knew what it was. The reason her father had been frantic, the reason she heard him, the reason the chill had struck her. She didn't need to turn around, she knew that she needed to run for cover. The horses had somehow gotten out of the corral and been spooked. Only one thought dominated Sophie's mind. “STAMPEDE...RUN.”

She had nowhere to hide, nothing close by to duck behind or cover herself with. She ran forward searching for a tree, a shrub, something to offer even the smallest amount of protection. Nothing was all there was and time was running out. The noise grew as the frightened horses bore down on her; she turned hoping against hope to dodge the oncoming hoofs. Her mind a flurry of what ifs, hows and whys. She stood as tall as she could instead of dropping into a ball. She loved these animals and put trust in the belief that they would not hurt her. She watched as the gap closed, only seconds before the full force of the stampede was upon her. She poised herself ready to dodge or even grab hold of a passing horse. Anything was possible and she was as ready for it as she could be.

The first few horses streamed past her, causing a whipping of wind around her, coming within inches but missing her. The main body of the thunderous sinew coming upon her as she twisted and turned. The screams coming from deep within her as she howled at the mass. Then her eyes locked upon one horse in the flash of mane and tail before her, a tall black horse with a look in his eyes, something different that met her gaze and held it. With a speed she didn't know existed, her thoughts flooded her brain, she didn't know this horse, it was a Friesian, it didn't belong with the others.

All at once she was thrilled and scared. In an instant her body had jerked itself into a position so that as the black horse passed she grabbed his mane and jumped. Like an acrobat in the Cirque du Soleil, she found herself flying through the air, landing on this majestic animals back. Holding on for life itself, she rode like never before. Every fiber of her body was connected at that moment to the beast she had mounted. As the stampeding flesh moved onward, this animal slowed, cautiously moving in and out of the other horses. She knew she was safe, this animal had saved her, it was just a matter of time now.

She relaxed, slightly, as the stampede moved past them. She looked at the stead she was upon and was immediately in awe of this animal. She slowly dismounted, legs trembling as they touched the earth. Her hands moving along the neck and mane, feeling the muscle and breath beneath them. She walked around to the front and stared into the eyes of her rescuer, eyes that looked back into hers, searching... searching... as her body and mind realized that the danger had passed her eyes swam and her world went dark.

“I have had love in my life which no man could thwart, I have friends that hold out their hands to aid me, I have loyalty that shames those that betray me, yet I have no words to guide me in this time of need.” A voice, deep and rich, softly speaking, as though to itself, wafted in the air. Sophie was dizzy, her muscles aching and her eyes were misting. She struggled to focus, a blur of images in front of her. Her thoughts jumbled and confused.

“Goliath, my friend, you have worked your magic yet again and brought faith to my heart, thank you.” Again that voice, so deep and even. Sophie didn't recognize it and struggled harder to focus.

As her vision cleared she saw her rescuer standing with a man draped in black. The hood of his cape covering his face as he talked to the jet-black stallion. She tried to speak, yet all that escaped was a mutter, the man in black turned to her. “M'lady, I am Etienne, Etienne of Navarre, we have much to discuss, but for now you must rest.” With that he led the stallion away.

Sophie raised herself up, trying to follow the figure with her eyes. He was gone and the silence of nature was all she heard. She began looking about, expecting to see her parents and the other hired help. She was alone, totally alone... no mother or father fretting over her, no one running across the field yelling her name and calling for help. No farm hands scurrying after the horses to settle and contain them.

“Where is everyone?” she wondered to herself. “Oh my good God in heaven,” her hand coming to rest on her open mouth,”where is the house, the buildings... my family?” Her fingers unfelt against her lips as her eyes widened in a mixture of horror and disbelief. Her head turning, twisting to search every inch of her surroundings. The landscape looked familiar but there was nothing there, not even the man in black and the majestic Friesian. “No,” she said aloud, talking as though to an image before her. “I must have hit my head and this is a dream”. She lay back onto the grass and closed her eyes, muttering “Only a dream.... only a dream.”

She drifted, not to sleep, but somewhere between the fullness of consciousness and the void of dreams. Sophie heard none of the familiar sounds of a working farm or the slightest noise to indicate a commotion of any kind. She lay still in the grass with no sense of time passing, not thinking of time, only of waking up to her parents’ worried faces. Nothing happened, nothing had changed and as time wore on around her, she began to shiver. Not from cold or injury, it was the chill she had felt when she first noticed her father, something was about to happen and this time she took notice of the warning.

She opened her eyes and sat herself up, searching the horizon for familiarity. She saw something, the dark figure upon the stallion sauntering towards her. “I must have hit my head during that stampede, this most certainly can’t be real.” This thought was squeezed out by the need to the remember the name of the approaching figure. “Etienne de Navarre, that’s it”. His back was straight and though the horse did not run, the movement of horse and rider were as one. Both proud and strong, the air filled with confidence and purpose as though an artist had drawn an aura around them. Yet she sensed a sadness as well, not visible, but deep hidden away within him.

He appeared to be carrying something in his arms, wrapped into a bundle. As they approached her, she stood staring at the magnificent beast, feeling that same bond that she had felt in the midst of the stampede. She could not resist it, did not want to resist it, this animal embodied everything that she had dreamed of, in a way that she could not explain. With precision, without a spoken word from Etienne, the stallion stopped only a foot from her. She stood up and her hand instinctively reached up to touch the strong neck, no not touch, but to connect with this animal.

“We have little time left,” Etienne said firmly as he glided from the stallions back. “Here, put these clothes on and hurry.” He tossed the bundle to the ground at my feet.

“What... what...” She stuttered trying to find the words. “What are you talking about and where am I?” Her unease growing and climbing up her throat. “This isn’t real, I’ve hit my head and you are a dream... a wonderful dream... but a dream.” She started to turn away but Etienne, moving with gentleness and strength, clutched her arms and looked directly into her eyes.

“Now is not the time, dress and I will tell you everything as we ride.” His eyes, dark sky blue, brilliant, captivating, unexpected, held her. He let her go and turned to give her privacy to change. Still not convinced of the reality of what was happening, she gave in and decided that dream or not, she was going to live this experience. Sophie reached down and undid the bundle, pulling out a long brown cloth. Holding it up she realized that this was supposed to be a dress of some kind. The material rough and dirty she shook it in the air. Dust flew everywhere,

“You’ve got to be kidding me, this thing is awful.” Her words stung her own ears as though listening to a spoiled child whine about dinner.

Etienne turned and looked at her with slight amusement. “You, M’lady, have been chosen in a special manner, by a special beast, for a special task, yet you will not appear to be special to anyone but Goliath and myself,” his voice echoed in my ears. “NOW DRESS!” His tone left no doubt that he was not about to let anymore time slip by. Etienne turned once again towards his companion and Sophie heard him mutter to himself, “She does not know what has yet to be done, patience Etienne, patience.”

Sophie quickly threw the dress overhead and proceeded to remove her own clothing from underneath. This may be a dream, but even in dreams men had a way of making things happen, she was taking no chances. She did not feel he was going to harm her, in fact quite the opposite, she had the distinct impression he was more a guardian. Her instincts told her to trust him and to do as he asked, at least for now.

Etienne whispered into Goliath’s ear then lifted himself up onto Goliath’s back. With a gesture unseen, Goliath walked to Sophie, Etienne lowered his hand and she took it. With strength that did not surprise her, he raised her so she slid naturally astride the stallion, behind him. He turned to her and winked, “Hold tightly,” and she did. Within a stride Goliath had gathered so much speed that Sophie gasped. She had never, in all her years riding some of the best horses, felt so much power... felt so much alive. She wrapped her arms around Etienne’s chest, her heart pounding, her face raised so she could feel the wind. Within ten strides she felt it all, the power of the stead, the muscles of Etienne’s chest, her heart beating in time with his and the pounding of the hooves. With each passing blade of grass beneath Goliath’s strong legs, the bond grew stronger. Whatever was happening to her she could not resist the belonging that she felt.

One hour later, perhaps two, Sophie had lost all sense of time, they stopped. She had wanted desperately to talk as they rode, but the speed and intense feeling had held her tongue. They were outside a small hut, mud walls and thatched roof, standing by itself in a clearing. There were no people about and the fire pit held no embers. Etienne did not tie Goliath but let him graze freely.

“Etienne?” her mouth was dry from the wind. “Please tell me what is happening.”

He removed his hood and the full force of his eyes stunned her. His hair, blonde and tousled, like an angelic bad boy. “What is your name, M’lady?” A simple question, but his voice slid over her like oil and she shuddered. He flung his cape from around his shoulders and her strength waned as her eyes followed his outline.

“Sophie Colette Guerrier, but please call me Sophie...” She added teasingly, “Or M’lady, both work for me.” She mentally kicked herself, Where did that come from, I sound like a drooling teenager.

“Sophie will do then. I have a tale to tell you that will cause you great concern. It will be hard for you to understand and maybe even accept, but each word I speak I have lived. I have seen many things and met many people, but most would not believe the words that I must say to you.” He lowered his hood and removed his cape. “First I must start the fire, darkness will soon be here and your stomach must hunger.” Sophie stood there wanting to stop him and yell, “NOW, tell me everything NOW!” but she just stood there and watched as he brought wood. She studied him as he worked to start the fire, as he strode into the hut to retrieve a rabbit to prepare for roasting. With each movement she watched his muscles ripple beneath his black clothing, the agility and grace bringing pictures of panthers into her mind.

They ate in silence, she was hungry, hungrier than she had realized. The meat was filling, a little gamey to the taste, but good. Etienne had brought wine out for them to drink as they ate. It was a meal that she had eaten before but it had never tasted like this. The silence was comfortable between the two, but that would soon be broken. Etienne stood and walked over to Goliath, again whispering something in the stallion’s ear, then removed the saddle and satchel. Goliath nuzzled Etienne, as if giving his approval then returned to nibbling the grass.

“What do you say to him?” She had to ask, twice now she had seen him whisper. “And does he answer you?”

“I only ask if he is sure you are the one, he answers in his own way, you will learn.” He turned and knelt in the grass, his hands reaching inside the satchel. He finds what he is looking for and returns to sit by the fireside.

Sophie stares at the object in his hands. “What is that?”

“One day you will need to this in order to complete your task.” He held out the piece of parchment to her. Sophie took it and began to unroll it. “On this parchment is a description of each Friesian bred to date. Goliath, who you have already met, it is his ancestry.”

“What the heck is this task you refer to and why would I need this?” she asked, puzzled.

“Listen closely, I have much to tell. Many years ago a man of God who envied my love and wanted her to himself bewitched me. Her name is unimportant for you to know. We had a love that has seen me through much. Evil works in many forms and with strange powers, there is more on earth than what the human eye can see, I have learned this lesson well and at great cost. Our love conquered the evil that was out to destroy us, but she has since succumbed to the Fate’s will. She lives only within my memory and heart now. We had few years together as man and wife. I shall not delve further on that topic. The pain is still great but you needed to know the reason for the curse.” Etienne drew a deep breath as though cleansing his body of the pain he was feeling. “This curse that was placed upon me caused a change in my physical being, at night I became a black wolf and she a hawk by day. We spent two years living like that, always together but never human at the same time. With the help of good friends we managed to break the curse and free ourselves. But in the process I developed an understanding of the animals around me that remains. You possess that same power. You felt it when you locked eyes with Goliath and it is what drives you. Goliath has searched time looking for you.”

Sophie sat listening to Etienne, not sure what to make of the words she was hearing. How on earth could someone cast a curse that would change his or her physical presence? How could a horse search time? This “dream” was getting weird but she sat still and listened.

He continued, “This parchment I hold contains the words needed to free the descendants of Goliath. While we managed to bring death to the Bishop, his minion cast a curse upon my stead before my blade slit his throat.”

“A curse on a horse? What kind of curse?” was all Sophie could speak.

“From that day forward all of the colts Goliath has fathered have been swept away in a mist. I do not understand where they go or how they are taken, but Goliath has relayed to me the fear that he feels when the mist comes. I cannot explain it to you, but I know his thoughts. His powers are great and far reaching. There is something special about Goliath and his breed, something that we are not meant to understand but to accept. You know this, it is part of what attracts you to them.” Sophie said nothing, but in her own thoughts she knew what he said was the truth. There had always been something special about the Friesian breed that drew her. Etienne’s words reached her thoughts again. “Somehow his offspring are taken from this time and are being placed where harm comes to them. Goliath has felt this and he searched until he found you, through the grace of God. His faith and mine, is that you will help when the time comes.”

“What is it that he wants me to do?”

“You will return to your own world and when the moment is right you will know what is expected. You will need to have this parchment in order to recognize those who need your help. Do not let this paper leave your possession.” Etienne paused and sought the words to explain. “It is not only we who feel pain, Goliath is in great need of release from this curse. His legacy is bound through this, he has asked me for help and I owe him this. He is now asking you for help.”

“I will gladly help, but I don’t understand how. I don’t really understand what you, and he, are asking of me.”

Etienne raised his hand to Sophie’s cheek and looked deeply into her eyes. “Patience will provide answers. Although I do not exist in your time, we will meet again, this I have been shown. I will help guide you.” His hand traveled down her cheek, along the curve of her neck and rested on her shoulder. Sophie could not help but weaken under his touch. She had never known a touch that caused so much emotion within her. He had made it clear that his true love was no longer with him, but that her memory was very much alive in his heart. She would be a fool to fall further, but her heart was feeling an awakening she welcomed. His voice strengthened her. “You must keep your eyes and mind open, you will know when we are there, yes we for I have never traveled without Goliath by my side.”

“I will do as you ask but I still don’t understand. You seem so sure of all you have told me, but in my world this type of magic doesn’t exist. I find it very hard to believe any of this is real. “

“It is very real,” he lay both hands upon her arms and lifted her to her feet, as he rose, “more real than I can express.” He looked into her eyes and said, “You will know me even when I don’t know you, you will recognize the children of Goliath. The feelings that you have felt will return, be open to them.”

Etienne lowered one hand to take hers, leading her into the hut. “Now you will sleep; in the morning a new light will fill the day and your eyes will be open.” He slowly released her hand, their fingers grazing upon each other’s. Something in his eyes, or was it just something she wanted to see. She didn’t know which. Either way, for one moment she had hope. Hope that only a woman can have when she meets a special person.

She lay down on the crude bed, her body flattening the straw beneath the covering. Although she did not feel tired, she also had no strength to argue with Etienne. His wish was her command and she wished he would command. He pulled a rag like piece of cloth over her body and leaned over her. His breath warmed her face as he spoke, “Sleep well and remember.” He bent lower to her and placed his lips gently on her forehead. As fast as he touched her, he left her, as she quickly fell into a deep sleep.

“Rapidement, trouvez le docteur. Elle se reveille,” Sophie heard someone calling for the doctor. She was waking, her thoughts fuzzy but her memory clear. She remembered the stampede; the fear... but she also remembered Etienne, Goliath and her dream. But it didn’t feel like a dream, it seemed so real. She slowly opened her eyes to find herself lying on the white couch, in her once favorite room. Once more reality hit her hard as she fought to keep the dream in front of her. She looked about the room, seeing only the faces of her parents and the farm hands. “ Vous avez toujours eu une expérience terrible. Le docteur vous vérifiera avant que vous essayiez de vous déplacer.” Again they were talking about the doctor and telling her to lay still.

“Je suis très bien, m'ai juste laissé me lève.” She was fine, she just wanted to get up and be left alone to think. Her mind was confused, her memories clear but the sense of loss she felt at the thought of it all being a dream was deep. She sat up and told everyone to leave. Her voice slightly raised, stern. Everyone looked at her carefully, talked among themselves with looks of concern and slowly left the room. She began to weep.

Chapter Two

Sophie struggled to regain control; emotions flooded her, ripped at her. She had been through something not many experience and the dream state she had entered seemed to alter her. She cringed at the thought of it all being a dream. She brought her knees close to her chest and wrapped her arms around her shins. As she rested her chin on her knees she thought Why god... why put such visions in my head only to take them away? Of course she got no reply, but part of her had hoped for one.

The door slowly opened as her father peered around the door. His face showing the concern and love he had for his daughter. Unsure of his steps he entered the room. “My child, are you okay?” His voice full of strength held out to his daughter. “Is there something that I can do for you or get for you? We are all so worried. When you hit the ground you spoke with such strangeness.” He waited for a response.

“Father, I don't know what to say. I feel okay, a little bruised here and there, but okay. I had a dream, father, a very strange dream and it seemed so real to me that I am hurt by its disappearance.”

“What kind of dream, Sophie?”

“I wish I could explain it to you. The horses, the feelings....” Sophie thought for a moment. “I can't explain it”.

“Then don't, it was only a dream. If you really are feeling well then maybe this will help you.” He held out an envelope to her. “This was delivered to the main house this morning. I had forgotten to give it to you.”

Sophie took the envelope from her father and looked at it. It was an express post from the United States. The postmark said “KY”. “It's from Kentucky, who could be writing me from there? The way my day is going I'm afraid to open it”

“Well don't just sit there, open it and find out.” He stepped beside Sophie so that he could also read the contents. Like any good father he had his nose in everything. “Nothing is going to change by waiting to open it.”

“Father, if you don't mind...” Sophie knew very well that he was waiting to find out the details of the contents. She also knew that whatever was inside, it was for her eyes. “I'll let you know if it's anything important.” She kindly nodded towards the door. A subtle hint, but that was all that was needed. Her father loved her enough to respect her wished and she appreciated that about him.

Sophie slowly walked to her desk. The letter opener was still lying on the top from the morning’s post. She picked up the Egyptian style opener with her right hand and it shook slightly. She slid the tip inside the flap and began to tear. Slowly at first, then in a sweep of conviction, she sliced through the envelope. Sophie lay the opener down and pulled out the sheet of paper. Neatly folded in thirds she unfolded it. Typing was what she first noticed; her mind flashed, “Another rejection of some kind I'm sure.” She began to read.

Dear Miss Guerrier,

I received your name and a copy of your information through the FHNA here in the United States. Mr. Itzen has recommended you for a position with my organization. We are located just outside Louisville, Kentucky.

I will not need to ask you to interview as the information presented to me has already answered my questions about your knowledge and willingness to work. I trust Mr. Itzen's assessment of your abilities. I have taken the liberty of sending, in a separate package, all the information and travel arrangements. If you decide to reject this offer please contact my office at (502) 555-8473.

Sincerely,
Mr. Kenneth Kendell

Sophie's eyes widened as she read the letter. A position in the United States, working with Friesians. Her heart thumped as she reread each word. It was an offer, a flat out, no questions offer. Her eyes began to tear as her blood raced. “Father, Father.... Come quick.” She had to tell someone, she was going to get her chance after all.

“What is it Sophie, are you all right?”

“Father, the letter, it's a job in the United States. A Friesian breeder has offered me a job!”

“Where, when, who.... Details, tell me details.”

“In Kentucky, a Mr. Kenneth Kendell, that's all that the letter tells me. There is another package coming with more details. It should be here soon. Oh Father, finally.” Sophie threw her arms around her father and squeezed the happiness from her right into him.

“Well then a celebration is in order. I will tell the others and we will have a dinner to end all dinners to celebrate your good fortune.” She kissed him on the cheek in thanks. He looked at his daughter; the Cheshire grim was expansive, just like his love for his child. “You bounce around a little longer then clean yourself up and we will celebrate.” With that he held his head a little higher than a few minute’s past, his chest a little further out, and he walked through the door.

Sophie stood in the room that once again was her favorite, the room where all good things happened. She heard the murmur coming from the hallway as, she assumed, her father was bragging of her offer. “God, thank you,” she whispered aloud; he had answered her in his own way. She folded the letter neatly and replaced it in the envelope. She laid it on the desk and turned to go to shower. She hesitated, turned and picked the letter up. “I'm not taking any chances with you.” She folded the envelope neatly in half and began to place it in her back pocket. “No, that won't do.” She held it in her hands as she headed towards the stairs.

Up she went, taking the steps two at a time. Such a transformation had come over her in the past few minutes. Now filled with life and anticipation, her experiences of the day all but forgotten. She bounced into her bedroom straight to her secret box. The place all girls, of any age, have. Where delights and disappointments are kept hidden from prying eyes. She reached into the back of her closet and pulled out the heart shaped red velvet box. Worn from years of touch, she ran her fingers over its covering. She had been given this box, originally holding chocolates, fifteen years ago by a farm hand who had admired her. He had long ago moved on, but each time she looked at this box she remembered him. The smile already on her face changed ever so slightly, now a smile of happy memories. She removed the lid and placed the envelope inside with the other moments in her life.

Sophie grabbed her robe from the hook and headed towards her washroom. The few steps to the shower were filled with the sound of her humming. Such happiness, she was still reeling from the news. She removed her boots, her socks and her pants. She glanced in the mirror and gave herself a thumbs up sign. Yes, today was going to be the best day ever, no matter how it had started.

She pulled her top up over her head and stopped while her head was covered with the material. “What on earth...?” She felt something scratch her skin. She finished pulling off her top and let it fall to the floor. She had not noticed, with everything that had been happening since she awoke, she just had not noticed. Tucked inside her bra was a piece of parchment.

She looked at it, not touching it. Afraid to touch it, if it was really there it could only be one thing. Her hand slowly came up to the edge of the parchment. She pulled it out of its hiding place. Sophie froze... scared... so scared. In her hand she held proof of her dream, but how and when did it get in her bra? She did not remember putting it there at all. She thought, recalling her movements with Etienne. He had handed it to her, she looked at it, she handed it back and then... what? She could not remember. The dream was fading. She remembered Goliath, she would always remember him, and she could see Etienne, especially his eyes. She remembered something about a favor and the colts.... She strained to remember details. The more she tried the faster it faded. The smile now gone from her face she stared at the item in her hands.

Sophie had to be sure; she opened it up and looked again at the description of colts. It was important, she remembered that... she had to keep it safe. “Why... what am I supposed to do... “ Muttering to herself all the questions that began to creep into her mind. She placed the paper on the sink edge and finished undressing. Slipping the robe over her shoulders and pulling it tight around her, never letting her eyes stray far from the sink. She picked up the paper and went back to her bedroom. The only safe place she could think of was her heart box. Once again she retrieved it from the closet and placed the parchment inside.

A snowstorm of activity in her head, she returned to the washroom. She slid the glass doors of the shower stall and reached in to turn on the water. Her movements like a programmed robot, not thinking just doing. Her thoughts trying desperately to congeal into something understandable. When the water temperature was just right she stepped in and began to soak. As each drop of water pecked at her skin it seemed to wash away her memory at the same time. By the time she had finished her shower her thoughts were only of the job offer and she remembered nothing of Etienne and Goliath.

Chapter Three

“Colette... Colette,” Sophie heard Marguerite, her mother, calling her. Only her mother called her Colette. She asked once why and her mother told her the story that she was told as a small girl, by her grandmother.

“Many, many years ago there was a beautiful young girl who had fallen in love with a handsome man. He was a strong man, full of bravery and goodness. He met this young girl and fell immediately in love with her. Her beauty held his heart and her spirit joined with his. Their love was the purest love ever known and they had a wonderful life together.

“Then one day an evil man tried to tear them apart. This man was dark on the inside and envied this couple’s love. He tried everything he could think of to destroy their love but to no end. Then one day he turned to the darkest source he could and was given powers beyond mortal man. He cursed the young couple and for a short period they were torn apart. The handsome man struggled day after day against the curse in order to return his love to him and it was not until he met two strangers that he was able to free himself.

“These two unlikely allies were a thief and a drunkard. Together they managed to kill the evil man and break the spell. The young man and his love were reunited at the moment of the evil man’s death. The young man was named Etienne, like your father, who has loved me more than I ever thought possible. The young girl was named Colette, so I gave you that name and call you by that name because I hope some day you will have that deep a love in your life.”

Sophie called down the stairs to her mother, “I’m getting dressed, Mama.” She could hear her mother starting to climb the stairs. So many years of working in the main house, doing the bidding of the owners, had bent her mother’s back. Her spirit never wavered though... she enjoyed her life. The farm was as much hers as it was anyone’s. Marguerite worked hard and enjoyed the position she now held. The many years on the staff had afforded her a sense of superiority over the newer household staff. She welcomed the advice sought by the others. Her children were all grown now and she reveled in the fact others still needed her. Yes, as long as she was needed she was happy.

“Colette, your father has told me the wonderful news. I am so happy for you,” Marguerite said from the hall. “May I come in and speak with you?”

“Yes Mama, come in.” Sophie was eager to hear what her mother had to say. She knew there was more to come. Her mother had often been the one to take the role of devil’s advocate in order to ensure she had thought everything out. Father was the support and Mama was the sense. It had always been that way and she knew this time her mother would not be able to find a negative side.

“Colette, can we talk about this before you give your answer?” The usual start of the conversation. Sophie knew it by heart. “It is a wonderful opportunity, but there is so much to be considered. You don’t even know this man or his business.”

Here we go, Sophie thought to herself. “Mama, this man, his name is Mr. Kenneth Kendell and he is a member of the FHANA. I was recommended to him by their office. They wouldn’t pass along my information if there was a question as to his reputation.”

“The FHANA, what is that?”

“Mama, how many times must I tell you, the Friesian Horse Association of North America? I’ve been talking about Friesian’s for years and you know I had applied to the association in America.” As usual everything would be gone over piece by piece, Sophie was ready.

“North America, your father said this place was somewhere in Kentucky, such a long way from home and family.” Marguerite’s eyes were sad as she talked. “How will you manage without family around?”

“I am grown now and will be able to cope with the big bad world.” Sophie held her tongue, she heard the sarcastic tone of her own voice and knew that it would only start something she did not want to take place.

“Watch yourself Colette, I am still your mother no matter how old you may get!” There it was, plain and simple. A fact that had been said repeatedly in the past, one that Sophie knew was true. The older she got, the more she appreciated her mother’s advice, but it was still hard for her to hear at times. “You may be able to manage all right on your own, but you have never been away from your family. You will have no-one close by to confide in, to seek advice from.”

“Mama, you are only a telephone call away and I will be sure to call often. Don’t worry Mama I will always need your advice.”

Marguerite looked into her daughter’s face as though seeking to see truth in her words through her face. It was there and it lifted her heart. “Yes, I will always be there for you when you need me. I love you Colette, I am just worried that you are not ready for such a change. You do not know anything about the job either. How do you know that you will be paid enough to live on? You’re a young girl and money matters must be a concern.”

“The letter said another package was being sent, I expect it will come tomorrow, if not at least within the week. All the answers to those kinds of questions will be in it. I will be sure to let you go over it with me. If its not acceptable then I will turn down the offer, but Mama you know as well as I that the money is good in the United States.”

Sophie could see many more questions in her mother’s face, but she did not ask them. Marguerite simply said, “You are my youngest and you are the last to leave, I wish you all the best everyday and pray that you carry our love for you each step.” With that she wrapped her arms around Sophie and gave her a mother’s hug.

“Thank you Mama, I will.” Sophie returned the warmth. Marguerite walked from the room, a slight frown over her eyes. Something heavy weighed on her mind, but she was not ready to speak to her daughter yet. She hesitated in the hall for a moment then turned back to Sophie. “Colette, we will be having our special dinner to celebrate the news in the main house dining room. They have given us permission to invite everyone on the farm, so be prepared. I think you should be there to greet everyone about six o’clock.”

“Okay, I will be there; and thank you.”

Marguerite descended the stairs. Sophie closed her bedroom door and began to pick out her clothing for the night ahead. Something with a little bit of sparkle was what was needed. An outfit that would project all the happiness she had inside. She chose a nice dress, sky blue with small cloud prints. Yes this would be perfect, she was soaring on the inside so why not on the outside. She slipped the dress on and started to do her hair.

Marguerite had returned to the main house where Etienne awaited her. “So how did it go, did you do your best to talk her out of leaving?”

“You silly man, why would I do that, she has waited so long for this opportunity. You think I cannot bear having all my children leave me? I am not a stupid women you know. Besides, I still have you.” She reached out and patted her husband’s behind.

“That you do, that you do. She will be fine, she is strong and we have taught her well. There is no reason for us to be worried. She knows that she can always come home.” Etienne smiled at his love and winked. “After all these years you are still the prettiest girl in France.” He moved to her and took her into his arms. “Let’s dance, all is right in the world today.” With that they began to move to music only they could hear. Marguerite’s eyes shining and a small giggle leapt from her.

“Old man, you still have the charm of a prince, but I have a celebration to prepare.” With that, she left his arms and started to the kitchen. “Get yourself back to work, but make sure you clean yourself up for six o’clock!” The staff would need supervision if she was to give her daughter the celebration she deserved.

Marguerite knew that there was more to come for her daughter, knew only to well what was to come. Since childhood Marguerite was able to sense things others seemed to miss. Her dreams would often tell her of events yet to be. All of the women in her family had this ability; even Colette had shown signs of it. Marguerite did not feel good about this move, but had nothing to base her fears on. All she knew for sure was that Colette had a task to perform and would need the memory of happy times to help her through it all. She pushed these thoughts from her mind, she had learned that she could not change the destiny of others, only offer help and guidance. She focused instead on the preparations for the party.

Chapter Four

The party had been perfect. Sophie had greeted everyone in the main house at six o’clock as her mother had requested. All the staff from both the house and the farm attended. Even the master and his family had come. It was a wonderful evening, full of good food, wine, laughter and well wishes. Sophie had spent the evening feeling like a princess at her first ball, the center of attention and focus of all eyes. Her good news had infected everyone with happiness. How lucky she was to be surrounded by such great people, she would surely miss them all. When everyone had gone for the night she said her thank yous to the staff and her parents and returned to her family’s home. Sophie was tired, but in awe of the day. So turbulent a day, from the stampede to the party... so much in so short a time.

She sat quietly for a few moments, on her comfy white couch, forcing herself to relax. Her life was beginning and she had so much to do. For now, for this moment, all she wanted was to enjoy the feeling. The stress would come fast enough trying to get her things packed and going to a brand new country. So many things to experience. She was looking forward to it all. Most of all she was looking forward to the other package. The details of her new life. Enough of this or I will never be able to sleep, she scolded herself and headed off to bed.

Sophie awoke in the early hours of the morning. The darkness of night still enveloped the countryside. She had not been wakened by sound or movement... it was internal. Something in her dreams had called to her. She was not afraid, not even the slightest bit uneasy, if anything she felt peaceful, protected. How strange, she thought to herself. It had been months, if not years, since her dreams had woken her. As a child she used to have terrible dreams that would frighten her, but her mother had always been there to see her through. Over time they had lessened and been replaced with dreams that she barely remembered.

This one was a new type of dream for Sophie. She tried to recall the subject of the dream but she could not, all she had was the feeling that she was protected, maybe even guided. An omen, yes, that’s it. Moving to Kentucky is the right thing. It was not hard for her to accept this. Even if the dream had been a nightmare, she would not have been able to connect it in any negativity to her move. There was nothing able to change her mind about it. For her this was the future and her destiny. She settled back onto her pillow and closed her eyes. Sleep returned easily.

“Sophie... Sophie...” Her father’s voice carried up the stairs, the excitement evident in its tone. “Your package is here, get down here!”

She jumped from her bed, the sleepiness dissipating faster then lightening. Grabbing her robe from the hook she pulled it on as she hurried down the stairs. “Don’t open it!” she yelled ahead of her. She wanted to be the one to discover her future. She bounded down the stair, her anticipation rising with each step. Hurriedly she grabbed the package from her father’s hands and headed to the desk. The package was thick, and well sealed. She reached for the letter opener and began to slice the seal. Her father right behind her, laughing to himself at her behavior.

“Child, you rush to much; slow down before you hurt yourself.” The smile on his face giving evidence to his humor.

Sophie pulled the contents out and lay it all on the desktop in front of her. The airline ticket was the first thing she noticed. She picked it up and saw that she was scheduled to leave in three days. Three days, how on earth would she be ready? There was a brochure about Mr. Kendell’s ranch. A picture of a beautiful sprawling landscape filled with stables, silos and the most beautiful animals on Earth graced the front of it. She quickly scanned the writing inside, it sounded like a wonderful place. A letter from Mr. Kendell was also there with forms clipped to it. She read it through, her eyes taking in each detail. The forms included everything she would need to start the legal process for attaining a visa to work in the United States along with a contract.

“Father, it is wonderful. They have booked me a flight, first class, to Kentucky leaving in three days. I have been offered the position of assistant trainer and the pay is more than acceptable. Mr. Kendell is even offering free room and board while employed with him. They have even thought of the all the legal aspects of moving to the U.S. How wonderful!” She handed the letter to her father, who read it with the wisdom of years.

“Yes, it does look like everything has been addressed. Right down to the hours of work, but I think you should have the lawyers look at this contract before you sign it.” He was thrilled for his daughter but the adage when it seems to good to be true... stuck in his mind.

“You’re right and I will attend to that this afternoon. Is there anything else that you see.”?

He paused for a moment, looking again at the papers in his hands. “No, everything seems to be in order. The details of your work, salary, living arrangements... everything is here and it looks promising.” He looked at his daughter. “Are you sure this is what you want to do?”

“Yes, there isn’t a shred of doubt in my mind. I will see the lawyer, then phone Mr. Kendell’s office and let them know to expect me on the arranged flight.” Sophie’s thoughts turned to packing. She would take only what she needed, the rest could be replaced in Kentucky. “I have so much to do in three days.”

With that she took the papers back from her father, kissed him on the cheek and excused herself. Sophie phoned and arranged to meet with the lawyer that very afternoon. Until then she would begin sorting through her belongings, deciding what she needed to have with her.

Back in her room she pulled her suitcases from the closet. “Where do I begin?” She pulled open her drawer and began by taking enough clothing to see her through two weeks. After that she would have her first paycheck and would be able to buy anything else she needed. She laid her undergarments out on the bed, counting off each of the fourteen days. Then her slacks, shorts and work shirts, the pile growing bigger with each addition. She sorted out her sweaters; Kentucky will be cold in the winter, she thought. Sophie selected four of her favorite sweaters and added them to the pile. She would need some dresses, at least two, she thought. She selected a simple black dress and a shift. Then came the shoes, boots and coats. Her bed covered in items that were never going to fit into two suitcases and she had not even started on her toiletries.

Sophie stood back and looked at her bed. There was only one thing to do. She would have to pack what she could and have the rest shipped to her. If she did that tomorrow she could have them in Kentucky before she needed them. Yes that was the thing to do. She continued going through her items, jewelry, toiletries and makeup. She hesitated a moment. She needed to take some things from home; she knew she was going to miss everyone and everything. She needed something from home.

Sophie picked up the family portrait that that had taken a few years back, before the family started to go their own way. The frame, simple yet elegant, housed the picture of the most important people in her life. She placed that off to the side. Not to be packed with the other things, but to be carried in her purse. “My box,” she said out loud, another thing to be carried with her. She did not want to take the chance that it be lost. She returned to the closet and pulled it from its nesting place.

As her hands touched the heart shaped box she was struck with the vision of a man and a horse. The vision so strong and clear it caused her to stumble slightly. Memories of her meeting with the two flooded back to her, taking her breath with them. How could she have forgotten about it? She quickly opened the box and pulled out the parchment. Yes, it was real and in her hands. Silently she stood there letting details fill her. The promise she had made to help, the majesty of Goliath, the presence of Etienne. It was all coming to her, quickly and easily. She knew now why she had been chosen to go to Kentucky. In Kentucky lay her destiny and her task. She bent her head and prayed that she would have the strength and help to complete it. Sophie placed the lid back on the box and slid it into her carryon bag. The parchment she would carry on her person, for now she laid it on the dresser top.

She had only an hour before her meeting with the lawyer and she needed to pick up boxes and labels as well. As she started to think of what she needed to do once again the memories of Goliath and Etienne slipped from her grasp. She could feel the memory melting but, try as she might, was unable to stop the process. Soon she was on her way into town.

The lawyer had given his approval on the contract and visa application. She had signed them on the spot and stopped to have them copied and sent over night to Kentucky. With that done, she bought her boxes and labels and drove back home. The moment she entered her house, she raced to the phone, called Mr. Kendell’s office and left word that she had accepted the offer and would be arriving as planned. As she hung up the phone she looked around the room. Saying goodbye was going to be difficult, but the sadness was mixed with excitement. Neither stronger than the other, but working in tandem, giving Sophie strength and resolve in her decision.

She carried the boxes up to her bedroom; she wanted to have everything done as soon as possible. If she took the extra boxes into town tomorrow for shipping, then she could focus on her family before she had to leave. She packed the two suitcases with the essentials she would need and would fit. The boxes filled quickly and she taped them securely, labeling each with her new address. With each screech of the tape as she stretched it over the box, her spirit leapt. She was really going... her opportunity was here. No matter how she looked at it, she could not believe her luck.

With the suitcases ready to go, the boxes packed, and her traveling clothes chosen, she sat on the edge of the bed to rest. It had taken her the whole day, but she was done. Now she had two days to spend with her family and friends before she left. She was happy. The only thing left to be done was to make sure she had her passport, ticket, and purse in order.

She reached over to her carry-on and laid it on the bed beside her purse. She flipped her purse over and let the contents fly. “A new life, a clean purse...” She giggled as she spoke. She sorted her personal identification and placed them safely in a zippered pocket of her purse. Then she wrapped a small towel around her family picture and placed it in the carry-on. She made sure that she had her bank information with her, she would have to arrange some sort of transfer so that she could continue to invest in her home account. She did not know how long she was going to be in the U.S. and wanted to make sure she had money her for her when she returned home. A book or two for the flight and some snacks, she could pick those up at the airport. Everything was ready.

Sophie took another look around her room, wanting to make sure she hadn’t forgotten anything. She spotted the parchment lying on her dresser top and picked it up. Once again the memories forced themselves upon her. Once again she reeled with the weight of the impact. Once again she knew what was ahead of her. She had forgotten again. How... Why? Was she losing it, the stress of everything just too much for her? She put the paper down again and once again the memories started to drift. She quickly picked it back up and was rewarded with full memory. “Wha....” She stuttered, not able to finish the word.

Intelligence was not a foreign attribute for Sophie. She realized that when she had the parchment in her possession she was aware of its meaning. When she put it down she lost the memory. She did not understand it, but there were many things in her life she had not understood. She needed to keep this with her at all times, that much she knew and without thought she slid it into her bra. Fully aware of everything, she headed off to find her mother, the one person she knew would understand.

Chapter Five: The Arrival

Thirty-five thousand feet in the air, curled up in a leather seat, Sophie tried to sleep. She had been traveling most of the day and still had hours left to go. It was a long flight and the events of the past few days had drained her. The conversation that she had with her mother two days ago had awakened a part of her that she had forgotten existed. She buried it deep below her conscious mind, layering years and years of baggage on top of it, keeping it hidden, tucked away, absent. Sophie had not slept well these past two nights, tossing and turning, waking from dreams that haunted her. Each time she had closed her eyes she would find herself surrounded by the images of people and places she did not know. It had frightened her.

Sophie had listened to her mother’s words with skepticism, but her heart had known what she was being told was truth. She stretched out her legs and flipped to the other side. Luckily, she had no one beside her and could squirm about freely. Sophie looked up at the screen in front of her, the movie was one she had seen and had not enjoyed the first time. Her hunger had been satisfied by the meal served earlier but her throat was dry and she rang for the stewardess as she raised her seat and tossed the pillow aside. There was no sense trying any longer, sleep was not going to come visit. The stewardess arrived in moments; Sophie thought to herself, First class service is better.

“May I have a tomato juice, no ice, please?” She spoke before the stewardess could inquire.

“Certainly, would you like anything else to go with it? We have some snacks and fresh fruit available.”

“No, thank you, just the juice.” Sophie loved the attentive service but was too distracted to really appreciate it. The continuous thoughts in her head were beating against years of denial. Etienne and Goliath racing around in there as well, which caused even more confusion. Too many things happening for her to think anything through, but it just would not stop.

The stewardess returned with the juice and Sophie took it. “Thank you.” She held the glass in her hand and was pondering the reasoning behind giving real glassware to first class and plastic to cabin. Stop it, she gave her head a little shake, don’t you have enough to think about without wondering about the airlines strategies.

She lifted the glass to her lips and finished the juice in one swoop. Placing the cup on the tray table pulled out from the seat beside her, she noticed the other passengers. An older man, with gray thinning hair and a briefcase open on his lap sat in the aisle next to her. Behind her a young woman, dressed to the nines with hair and makeup done to perfection. Tucked in the back corner, a middle-aged couple, at least they acted like a couple, were deep in conversation that she could not hear. Nothing particular about these people struck her, just a brief flash of “who are they” and “why are they traveling”. She wondered if anyone else on the plane, or on the earth, was experiencing what she was.

She lowered her seat once again, grabbed the pillow off the seat and jammed it behind her head. She spread the blanket out over her legs and turned her head towards the window. There was nothing to see out the window, but in the emptiness she found a slight comfort.

She knew that below her life was beginning, moving and dieing. All at once... everywhere. For some reason this made sense to her and she focused on that thought. There was a purpose for everyone to be here, to experience different things, hers was but one of many lives to be led. Sophie had been schooled in religion by her parents and the church she had attended with them each week, but she had not really thought about it, just accepted it as it had been presented to her. Death? Everyone and everything experienced it, why did it scare so many including herself? Heaven and Hell - were they the only options, she wondered. Her mind started to flip through other beliefs that she had heard about and one stood out: reincarnation. As she began to analyze the possibilities her eyes grew heavier and her neck relaxed. Sophie fell asleep.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are beginning our approach ....” the loudspeaker came on and startled Sophie, waking her from her sleep. She had slept without dreams for the first time in days and she felt refreshed. Without thought, she placed her hand over her breast, feeling the parchment safely in place. She looked down at her watch, hours had passed and they were about to land. She hurriedly reached for her bag and pulled out her compact and brush. The directions had said she would be met at the airport by a driver and she wanted to make a good impression on everyone, from the bottom up to Mr. Kendell himself. She opened the compact and looked in the mirror. “My God I look like something from a bad horror movie,” and she began to drag the brush through her hair. Sophie did not often wear makeup but this trip had been a special occasion and her eyes were blackened by mascara. She replaced her brush and pulled out a wet towelette and began to remove the smudges.

As the jet pulled up to the gate, Sophie gave herself the once over, double-checking her face. She organized her paperwork to have handy going through customs and made sure her luggage claim tickets were still intact. She was ready; she hoped the rest of the world was to.

The glass doors slid open as she exited the immigration area and the crowd of people that had disembarked from the aircraft with her had thinned into small groups. Moving slowly, not sure where she was going, she passed through the doors and out into the lobby area. A tall man, dressed in jeans, blue plaid shirt and a dirty white cowboy hat stood ten feet directly in front of her. He was holding a sign that read “Kendell Ranch”. This is the driver? she thought; not what she had expected. Going by the brochure she had seen she thought the driver would be in uniform, smart suit and hat, probably driving a limousine. Guess flying first class really does change your attitude. She smiled to herself and proceeded towards the man.

“Hello, I’m Sophie Guerrier.” She extended her hand. “I think you are waiting for me.”

“Howdy, yup, you’re the one I was sent to collect, you got your bags yet?” Definitely not the type of response she was expecting. His voice was gravelly and coarse, not unlike his face, she noticed.

“No, I have not. I just finished going through customs and thought maybe you might help me with the bags. I only have two of them.” She spoke with a little bit of sarcasm, this man had definitely not been worth the makeup.

“Yu-up, guess I could help you out with that.” What a chore he made it sound, he started to walk away. “Com’on now, I haven’t got all day to be fooling here at the airport, let’s move it along.” Sophie started after him, his long stride doubling hers, but if she was going to be working with this type of person she had better learn what they were all about and fast.

They reached the baggage carousel and he just stood there. He didn’t ask what her bags looked like or if she could see them. In fact he did nothing at all but stand there. Sophie watched the luggage going around and spotted one of her bags. She did not bother to even ask for help and grabbed it as it passed by. She could handle the bags but where she came from it was a gentleman’s duty to offer help in such circumstances. Maybe he was testing her, it would not be the first time a man had tried to find fault with her strength. She waited patiently for her second bag to appear and grabbed it with a single jerk off the rotating tread. She carried both cases over to the man and looked him boldly in the face. “Where is the car parked?” She made no move to hand the bags to him and he no move to take them.

“Well, I got me a spot over in the lot a few rows back.” With that, he turned and started towards the exit. Sophie shook her head and followed. Oh yes, she thought, this is definitely going to be different.

Twenty minutes later they arrived at a very dirty pick up truck. The windshield had mud caked everywhere, but where the wipers had been able to smear it to a state of visibility. “Excuse me,” she spoke, “but you didn’t mention your name, do you think maybe I could be let in on that little secret?” She no longer worried about making any kind of impression on this guy, no matter what his job at the ranch may be. He looked at her and motioned for her to toss her bags into the bed of the truck, but he did not say a word.

Sophie was close to losing it. Manners like this were just not something she tolerated and could not see why she should, even if this was a different country. She glanced at the truck bed making sure there was nothing to damage her cases and placed them carefully inside. “I asked you a question, do you mind giving me an answer?” Her tone passed beyond polite and hit sternness right on target.

“Well, now it does take quite a bit to get you going doesn’t it?” He chuckled. This man who had spoken rudely to her, offered no help and ignored her question, was now smiling broadly. The smile did nothing to help his facial features any; in fact it gave him an aura slightly disturbing. He held out his hand and Sophie shook it. “Just call me boss, I’m Ken Kendell.”

Ouch, that hurt as badly as falling from a horse at full gallop. Sophie turned red and began to stutter apologies, not finding the words fast enough to make up for her tone. He just stood there letting her ramble, not making any motion to put her out of her misery. Finally, Sophie stopped talking and looked at this man, her new boss. “Why?” The last word out of her mouth hung in the air.

“Yong’un you have a flair about you, kinda like that, but you also have to know what’s expected of you. Thought I’d see just what you were made of. Hard work and hard words are common on my ranch. The association may have recommended you for this job, but they’re all pencil pushers in that office, don’t know a dang thing about hard work.” Sophie stared as he spoke, she couldn’t believe he was testing her, it seemed too harsh. “We’ve got lots of people working the ranch and a special animal to care for, we don’t need people without a backbone or afraid of some heavy chores to be taking up our time. You’ll do just fine.”

Sophie was enraged; this was not how it was supposed to go. Her blood began to boil as she fought back the words that she wanted to yell. The veins on her neck started to pound and she could feel the muscles tense from head to toe. She wanted to explode, wanted desperately to let go and let this so-called boss have it forced down each ear. She forced herself to speak in a calm manner. “Mr. Kendell, I appreciate your concerns, but I don’t appreciate the manner in which you expressed them. In future, I would prefer you save judgment of my abilities for a more appropriate form of testing.” Her face like stone as she spoke, her arms hanging straight at her sides, her hands curled into fists holding back the fury she felt.

She looked at his face, his eyes and his mouth, waiting for a response. More of a smirk than a smile she thought, his eyes dark with something that made her look deeper. She sensed a touch of something different in them ... madness maybe. She could not look at him any longer and let her eyes fall to his chest. Her anger beginning to fade, she was regaining control of her physical reaction to this man.

“Well, you may not like the way I do things all the time, but I got me one of the best Friesian stables in the world and if you plan on working for me you might as well get used to the way I do things up front.” His words were straight to the point and with even tone.

Sophie managed an awkward smile. “I suppose you’re right, I might as well get used to it because I do plan on working on that ranch.” She pushed everything further down within her, smothering the angry flames. “And there’s no time like the present to get started. Let’s go.” Sophie walked to the passenger door and grabbed the handle.

“Whoa there, who said anything about me driving? You can take the wheel this trip, might as well learn the roads from the start. Besides, if I’m going to let you haul my prizes around in the trailer I want to know they’re safe.” Again, that smirk rolled over his lips.

Sophie could not believe it, this man was going to be a challenge to work for, but she had to give it her best. Too much was depending on her ability to handle it, far too much.

“Well, give me the keys and hop in,” she stated. “One thing though, I haven’t got a U.S. drivers license and I don’t know if its legal so... if I do get into trouble, of any kind, I want you to know that you are responsible for it, both morally and financially, got it?” She was not going to mince with words with this man. He wanted strength, she was going to give it to him. “Now get moving, we’re wasting time.”

She climbed into the truck and started up the engine. Mr. Kendell slid into the seat on the passenger side. “Now that’s more like it, to the point, no bull and no guff. Yu-up we’re going to get along just fine.”

The drive to the ranch was pleasant enough. Sophie could not help thinking that she may have over reacted to Ken’s manner and little test. She had put up with farmhands looking at her like a helpless girl, with no ability other than to look pretty in her jeans and work shirt. She had proved them wrong time and time again, always enjoying that look of surprise when she managed to toss the hay bale over the fence or settle a spooked horse. She had always worked hard to learn everything she could but she did not only exercise her mind, she knew the line of work she wanted to spend her life doing would take physical endurance as well. She just had not expected it to happen at an airport.

Sophie and Ken managed some small talk, little bits of information about the ranch and the people that worked it. Overall the conversation flowed well, but Sophie was uneasy about this man.

During the inevitable silence that fell between them she heard her mother’s words again. “Colette, your journey is important but it worries me. What you have told me about the parchment only brings that further into my thoughts. You have been having the dreams again haven’t you?”

“Yes, but they aren’t scary like when I was a child, I wake up feeling as though I am protected. I don’t remember much about them or what causes me to wake, but the feeling is very strong.”

“We, all your female ancestors that I am aware of, have all experienced our own form of this. I cannot tell you what it means for you or how to react, all I can do is tell you that you are not alone and that they will get stronger. With each passing night your dreams will speak louder and you will begin to remember more as you wake. You have buried this gift for a long time, it is time to let it go free and to heed what the guides are telling you.”

“How can I put my faith in dreams, reality is enough to handle as it is? Dreams are dreams and I don’t remember them so how can I heed them?”

“Colette, you are not listening to me! Open your mind as well as your ears, child! I am not going to be there with you to help you through this. I won’t be able to cuddle you and wipe away your fears...” Sophie watched as her mother’s face melted from parent to friend. “I love you with all my heart... I had hoped that the dreams would pass you.”

“Mama, you have had these dreams all your life and nothing has happened to you. You have a strong family, a loving husband and the respect of your co-workers. What makes you think that I will have more troubles then you?”

“Such inexperience, I remember saying something similar to my own mama. With time you will learn which dreams are meant to protect you and which dreams are there to cause harm. Listen closely and learn quickly. For them to start again and so strongly as to wake you, you must be in need of the gift. Don’t ignore, use it and hold on to that parchment, I feel it may save your life one day!”

Sophie had a hard time believing her mother. She had heard the family stories and remembered well her nightmares from childhood. She had overheard her parents talking about dreams and what they meant over morning coffee. Sophie had never thought that she would have to deal with them.

“Watch where you’re going!” Ken’s voice derailed her train of thought. “Dang it, you’re going to miss the turn off!” Sophie quickly realized that she had come up to the exit he had told her to take. Her mind had drifted and she quickly refocused on the turn. She wrenched the wheel to the right, firmly holding the turn, her mind yelping too quick...too quick, she tapped the brakes lightly, just enough to slow the truck and she held the corner. She made the corner and straightened out to continue down the road. “Nice recovery, but I don’t think the horses would have appreciated the bruises from a turn like that.” Ken’s words hit her where it counted, the horses.

Chapter Six: New Home

Sophie had managed the rest of the drive without incident. Her mind focused only on her driving and the man sitting beside her. She had barely noticed the countryside as she drove; this slightly amused her, considering her natural curiosity and being in a brand new place. For some reason she was not interested in the cities and towns they had passed by, she was interested in the ranch. They pulled off the main road and passed through large iron gates that had been left open. Above the road, made out of iron, was the ranch brand sign “KKR”, nothing ornate, much like the man who owned it. The road was paved but had no markings. The edges were lined with massive trees whose foliage greeted each other high over the road. Sophie felt as if she was entering a whole new world through some mysterious tunnel.

Ken instructed her to drive straight up the road for about three miles until they reached the main house and office. Which she did, along the way Ken pointed out side roads to the barns, training arena, open fields, et cetera. She was listening but found it too much to take in on the spot; she would find time to explore the grounds later.

They pulled up to the main house and she parked the car in the lot, which was big enough for about twenty cars and a couple of trailers. Impressive, she thought to herself as her eyes took in the house. The style was definitely ranch with wood trim and log-edged gardens full of wild flowers and rose bushes. Single story, but it sprawled out in front of her; she could see at least two wings heading off the sides and towards the back, at least 9,000 square feet if it were an inch.

“Grab your bag and put it over there by the three-wheeler and com’on in, I’ll get you introduced to the office staff and you can get any of the paperwork left to be done, done.” Every word he had spoken to her sounded the same, a command to a dog. No, it was not really the words, it was the tone. That is what had bothered her, not what he was saying so much as how he was saying it. Again she was struck with the thought “false”.

“Okay.” Sophie did as he asked and followed him into the house. The double wood doors were heavy and she noticed the security system wiring as she walked through them. As she stepped into the foyer she found herself in a nice small area for greeting guests with a stairway heading down from the far side. She took each of the ten steps carefully, not wanting to appear eager. As she stepped into the main room from the last step she almost gasped. This was not the décor she expected; then again nothing had been quite what she had expected. Before her was a massive marble floored room, the stairs leading down from the foyer allowed the ceilings such height without giving that appearance of grandeur from the roadway. Standing in the middle of the room was a life size statue of a Friesian, surrounded by a short ring of green plants. The walls were papered in a subtle print that gave the appearance of a clearing in the woods. A few well-placed chairs and side tables scattered the edges and the ceiling was sloped like a sky blue dome. The light that filled the room came from a large skylight of mottled glass oddly shaped like a cloud. The room took her breath away. From each of the compass points in the room there was a hallway, more like a small roadway from the width. She was surprised at how different the inside of the house was from her perception on the outside. My compliments to the architect, she mentioned to herself.

She started towards the center to take a closer look at the statue. It was full size and made of a dark black material she could not place. She walked around the statue and came to the face of the animal. “Oh no,” escaped her lips before she caught herself. She knew this face, those eyes, this was a statue of Goliath, Sophie had no doubt. A brass plague placed at the plantings edge caught her eye: “The GOLIATH of Champions”. Sophie wanted to grab Ken and ask him how he had gotten this statue, who had made it, and most of all what it meant, but she could not. Hearing Etienne’s voice whisper to her, Patience, she bit her tongue.

“Don’t dally gawking at everything, you can do that on your own time. Over her please.” Again, that voice.

Sophie quickly walked over to Ken and followed him down one of the four hallways that fell from the main room. The hall was wide enough for three people to walk comfortably side by side, but Ken walked in front of Sophie. Unmarked plain doorways lined the hall, Sophie had no idea what was behind each door and her boss was not forthcoming with a guided tour. Ken finally stopped at one of the doors and it had a small “Office” painted on the side wall. They walked through the door and Sophie found herself in a very sterile office. There were five desk spaces, with no cubicle walls, filing cabinets lined one side of the room about five feet high and a water cooler gurgled softly in the far corner. There were some green plants here and there and three chairs for people to wait in. Sophie noticed as they walked in the door all conversation stopped. She did not know if it was because of herself, the new one, or if it was because Ken had come in. She almost had the feeling that these people were slightly afraid of their boss. Sophie had never worked in an office herself but she did not think this was a normal reaction.

“Listen up people, this here is Sophie, she’s starting with us today. Make sure all her papers are in order, have someone take her to the living quarters and give her a copy of her schedule. You might want to call Phil down to show her around a little.” Sophie was relieved to her him talk to the staff, it was not just her, he barked at everyone. “If you need me, page me.” With that he turned around and headed back out the door, leaving Sophie in the hands of his staff.

A middle-aged lady rose from her desk and walked over to Sophie. She was about forty-five, dressed in a plain sweater and slacks. Her hair was long but pulled back into a twisted bun. She was not pretty in a youthful way, but she did have a quality about her that made you take notice. “Hi Sophie, I’m Louise, you can call me Lou, welcome aboard.” Louise took her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

“Thank you, I appreciate the welcome. I had sent along some of the forms before I left home, did you get them all right?” Sophie reached into her bag and pulled out the manila envelope with the remaining forms and handed them to Lou.

“Yes, they arrived safe and sound and the visa process has already been started. You should be legal in about three months, standard processing times so don’t worry about it, that’s what the legal departments is for and we’ll stay on top of them for you.” Her smile and tone made Sophie feel at ease. Lou opened the envelope and quickly scanned the contents. “All we need to do is some routine payroll forms and contact information, should only take about an hour to go through and then we can get you settled in.”

Lou and Sophie spent the next hour going through each form, explaining and answering this and that. Sophie was having a hard time focusing on the process; the statue in the main hall was bothering her. As time passed she realized that she liked Lou quite a bit, her manner and facial expressions never wavered from friendly. By the time they had gone through the paperwork, Lou and Sophie had started to become friends.

“Okay, that’s all the paperwork done, now I’ll give Phil a call and he can come and give you a quick tour before showing you your quarters, does that sound okay?”

“That would be fine. Umm...” Sophie hesitated, “can I ask you something about that statue in the main room?”

“Oh, I get asked about that by lots of people, it’s kind of hard not to notice isn’t it?” Lou gave a short laugh. “Almost everyone that comes to the office for the first time asks about it. Very impressive statue done by a French sculptor in the 13th century. Mr. Kendell, oops Ken I mean, never could get used to calling him by his first name, even after working here for ten years. Anyway, the story goes that he found this statue on one of his trips abroad when he was looking for his first Friesian horses. He fell in love with the statue and bought it, paid a mint for it and then another small fortune to have it shipped here.”

“What is it made of?” Sophie asked. “I don’t recognize the material and it has such a deep color and lifelike appearance, it is really something to look at.”

“I don’t know; I’ve been asked before but I never seem to remember to find out.” Again with that soft chuckle. “I guess with all this paperwork I do each day it never really became an important fact for me to find out, just ask Mr. Kend... I mean Ken, next time you see him.” Lou walked over to the desk and lifted the handset to call Phil to the office. Sophie watched as the other staff, three others go about their business. She noticed that no one other than Lou had attempted to welcome her or acknowledge her presence after the first moments when Ken was in the room with her. Not an overly friendly office, she noted. At least Lou was going to be a friend; she just had that feeling.

Sophie sat in one of the chairs near the office door to wait for Phil to come. She watched as Lou returned to her work, occasionally lifting her head with a smile. She had been sitting for about ten minutes when the office door opened. A man, about 5’ 7” entered, his frame slight and his hair cut short. He did not even glance at Sophie, but walked right up to the desks. “Lou, you need me for something?” His voice was deep, but not so deep that it had that gravelling twang to it. In fact, Sophie found his voice rather soothing.

“Hi Phil, yes I’d like you to take Ms. Guerrier to her quarters and give her a quick tour of the place. Mr. Kendell asked that you do it,” Lou responded as she came around from her desk and motioned towards Sophie.

“Hello Phil, please call me Sophie, I’m very glad to meet you.” Sophie extended her hand in greeting and it was received in a strong shake. Sophie’s attention was caught by the puppy dog eyes of the man, similar to that of a basset hound. “I appreciate your taking time out to show me around,” she added.

“No problem, always happy to help out where I can. Have your bags been handled already?”

“Yes, at least I assume so, Ken had me leave them out by the front door, he said they would be looked after.”

“Okay then, I’m sure he had one of the farmhands take them to your room. So where do you want to start?”

“Well, my preference is the stables, if you don’t mind. I would really like to meet the horses that I will be working with. Then a general tour of the ranch, and lastly my quarters,” she spoke with confidence.

“Sounds good to me.” Phil nodded. “I like that, no ‘whatever you like’ crap.” Phil’s face carried a smile that was pleasant, although Sophie had a feeling that he did not show it often. “Let’s roll, see ya later Lou, behave now and if you can’t you know where I’m at.” With that he opened the office door for Sophie and off they went.

Phil and Sophie left the main house through the exit at the end of the hall. There was a small cart waiting, not quite a truck but with more oomph than a golf cart. They climbed in and Phil headed out behind the house towards the stables. “This ranch is full of dirt roads leading to one building or another, I suggest that you stick to the routes I show you today for the time being. Give yourself a chance to get used to the layout a little before you do much wandering.” Their conversation flowed easily as they moved along, small talk and general information about one another. Sophie was at ease with this man and feeling much better about her decision. Except for Ken and the three in the office, she was enjoying the people she was meeting.

The drive to the stables took about fifteen minutes. A large structure, which did not surprise her, nothing yet had been small. Made of barn wood with a tin roof, surrounded by wood railings, which covered an electric fence system, it looked like any other stable she had seen. Phil parked the cart and they headed in, Sophie’s nostrils filled with the smells of manure, hay and horseflesh. She was in heaven. When they entered the building, there was a long walkway leading horizontally from the door. Down each side were four more vertical walkways leading between the stalls that lined each side. In all, Sophie estimated more than eighty. Phil ran the statistics of the stable for her. Currently they had thirty-two mares, fifteen stallions all ready for show and breeding, eleven colts, and Ken was acquiring new horses all the time.

“Why don’t you wander through and get a peek at a few of your charges, most of them are out in the fields or in the arena right now, but there’s a few in the stalls. I have a couple of quick chores to take care of while we are in here, holler if you need me.” Phil flashed her another smile and headed towards the far end of the corridor.

Sophie took a deep breath, smiled to herself and started walking. She took in everything, the placement of the tack on the hooks every few stalls and storage bins every twenty feet or so. Good, no running back and forth to some storage room, she thought. Each of the stalls she passed were immaculate; as far as stalls were concerned, she figured they had either just been cleaned or they had some really good farmhands on staff. The size of the stalls surprised her slightly; she estimated each one to be about 12x12, if not a little larger. The doors were latched and each had a nameplate. In the back of her mind she was cataloging each item she saw. Part of her wanted to know her work area but a bigger part of her was mapping out escape routes, hiding places and weapons. She did not know why she was doing this, it was instinctual.

As Phil had mentioned, most of the stalls were empty and Sophie only got to meet five of the horses. The first was in a stall with the nameplate THUNDER engraved. A stallion which looked to be about seventeen hands in height and maybe four years old, Sophie guessed. A strong looking animal with the telltale features of a Friesian, the jet-black color, the mane, tail and coat, especially that regal bearing. Sophie did not enter the stall; she knew she would have to let the animals get to know her before she got too close. It was hard for her to restrain herself though, how she loved these animals.

The next three were called MIDNIGHT SKY, BLACK ICE and TORNADO. Not very imaginative names, she thought, but appropriate for the animals she beheld. Each one a young colt, full of energy, eager to sniff at her and snort in the air. She noticed that each of these three had a similar mark in the coat above the left ear. Not a color marking but a line marking in the lay of the hairs. She made a note to check her parchment for this; she had not taken the time to read it through yet. Too many other things had been taking her time and part of her still did not want to believe the task she had been given. Her mind drifted to thoughts of Etienne. She shook that off fast, whenever she thought of him, more than horses came to mind.

The last occupied stall she came to was marked DREAMER. Sophie looked into the stall and saw a small horse, maybe about a year old, female, standing against the far wall. This one did not react to Sophie at all. The eyes were distant and watery; her head tilted and lowered, no life in her eyes or behavior. Although she appeared to be well groomed and healthy, there was something different, something sad about Dreamer. Sophie hesitated for a few minutes, looking around her for others, then she opened the latch of the stall.

Sophie slowly entered, closing the stall door behind her, taking each step with precision as she talked in a low calming voice. “Hi girl... hi Dreamer... don’t mind me sweetie... I’m here to help take care of you.” Sophie inched her way closer to the horse, her movements slow and fluid. “It’s okay, Dreamer... I won’t hurt you.” There was no reaction from Dreamer at all. She stood there not moving, not even a twitch of the ears or a swipe of her tail. Sophie walked right up to Dreamer’s head and put her hand slowly on her neck. There was a moment when Dreamer looked at Sophie, but just a moment, then returned to stare off into the distance. Sophie’s heart broke, something was very wrong here. She had never seen a horse act this way, no matter what the situation had been. She continued to speak to Dreamer, stroked her neck and tried to regain that eye connection. After about twenty minutes she left the stall and went in search of Phil.

“Phil... Phil,” she called out. “Where are you?”

“Down the third row on the left,” came his reply. Sophie headed in that direction. She found him right where he said, working on a loose hinge on one of the stall doors.

“The horse called Dreamer, what wrong with her?” she asked.

“Dreamer had a scare the other night and for some reason she is in some sort of shock state. The vets looked at her every day since and can’t find a single thing physically wrong. Your guess is as good as mine, its got us all scratching our heads. Ken has tried a couple of things to snap her out of it, but I don’t think he has more of an idea of what’s going on then the rest of us.” Phil continued to work as he spoke.

“What happened, what scared her so badly?” Sophie’s voice betrayed her concern. “I’ve been around horses all my life and have never seen a reaction like that.”

“No one really knows, Dreamer was let out in the lower field the day Ken brought her in and was found that way a few hours later. Ken himself had checked her over when he picked her up and said he hadn’t noticed anything odd at the time. We’ve all seen it before, the odd time it happens to the young ones. I figure it must be some kind of transition shock for them” His voice was even but a there was a something in the way he didn’t look at her as he spoke that triggered Sophie’s lie detector. She was a taken aback, she had not expected this from Phil; her initial impression of him had been a good one.

“Ken brought her in... you mean he purchased her... she isn’t one of the mares’ offspring?” Sophie asked, hoping to get some facts.

“Yup, Ken picked her up from some farm in Oklahoma and brought her back in the trailer. He does that himself, says he likes to get to know the animal one on one and make sure he’s getting a fair deal.” Phil lifted his eyes to look at Sophie, she could see the concern in him. He was not speaking his mind, she thought, he was repeating what he had been told. “If it’s anything like the others she’ll be fine in another couple days, it seems to wear off on its own.”

Sophie let the matter drop, she would have to spend a lot of time with Phil, let him learn to trust her with the truth. “Okay, I guess you guys know your horses better then I do. Are you about ready to continue with the tour?”

Phil finished up his repair job and replaced the tools in the storage bin. They left the stable and continued on the tour. Phil drove her around to the different buildings, the arena, the birthing barn, the hay storage and equipment sheds. They continued their easy rapport and the conversation flowed continually. Sophie was grateful for that, she did not think that awkward silences would be helpful now. Phil introduced her to a few of the farmhands, no one in particular, just people she would be seeing occasionally as she carried out her duties. She would be working closely with the horses, most of the time on her own under Ken’s supervision.

The day had almost passed when they finally reached her living quarters. Phil unlocked her door and gave her the keys, he let her enter first. It was a small living area located in a single story building. There were ten units in this building, and another building behind held another fifteen units. Phil told her that all the living quarters were the same but she could decorate it herself however she liked. Sophie walked through the “L” shaped living room which held a small sofa and easy chair, a writing desk tucked in the corner, and an end table with shelves underneath. Off this room was a small eating area, the table was large enough for two and the matching chairs were covered in a soft green cushion. The kitchen was galley style, everything within reach of the center tile. The bedroom and bathroom were down a short hall, clean and small, with her suitcases sitting by the closet door. She was not upset about the size, she was living by herself and there were no living costs, how could she complain.

“Thank you for the tour Phil, I really enjoyed it.” Sophie walked him to the door. “I’m sure I will be quite happy here.”

“My pleasure, I left my unit and phone number on the fridge for you. If you need anything just give a shout and I’ll see what I can do for you.” With that said, he flashed that smile again and gave a little nod of his head as he moved through the doorway.

Sophie closed and locked the door behind him. She walked through the apartment once more, taking note of lighting switches and outlet placement. It would do for now she thought, but she knew before long she would have to add her own touches to it.

Chapter Seven

Sophie had been happy to find that her kitchen was well stocked. Although there were three meals prepared each day for the staff, in the main house kitchen, Sophie liked her late night snacks and the choice to eat whatever she was in the mood for. There was a note posted to the microwave door, Welcome to your new home, I have taken the liberty of putting in some supplies for you as a small gift. Lou. Sophie was very pleased and made a note to stop by the office tomorrow to thank her personally.

Sophie was not in the mood to join the others for the evening meal, she was tired and needed to freshen up before she met any more people. She rifled through the small pantry cupboard and found some popping corn and placed a packet into the microwave. While she waited for it to pop she pulled a soda out of the fridge. Not her most favorite drink in the evenings but it was all there was in the fridge to drink. Her popcorn ready and placed into a bowl, she did not like to fight with those paper bags, she flopped on the couch to relax.

Sophie happily munched her snack and went through her mental list of things to do. She spent a few minutes on decorating ideas, a few minutes on items she would need and lastly, she went through all the things she had seen during her tour. “Oh shoot.” She suddenly spurted as it hit her that she had not phoned home since her arrival. She had promised to call as soon as she got in to assure her parents that all was okay. She hurriedly picked up the phone and dialed the operator. She would have to make this first call collect.

She had a quick conversation with her mother, apologizing for the delay in calling, giving her a brief description of the day. Her mother understood she was tired and was just happy to know that she was okay. As Sophie said her goodbyes her mother said, “Sweet dreams.” Sophie replaced the handset and returned to the couch. She had one more thing to do before turning in for the night. She reached into her bra and pulled out the parchment, which she now carried folded inside a watertight plastic bag; it was time to take a closer look.

She unfolded the paper and began to read. The dates were odd she thought, she new the studbook they used today was started in 1879 and the history of the breed placed its beginnings between 1500-1600 when Arabian blood was introduced into the offspring of the Spanish Andalusia breed. These dates were as early as 1100. Almost 400, years before the Friesian breed was thought to exist. Sophie had studied the breed thoroughly and was surprised to see this. She also noted that some of the colorings were not consistent with the modern day version of the breed. Brown coloring had not been acceptable since 1918; the horse must be pure black in order to be listed in today’s studbooks.

Sophie pictured Goliath in her mind, holding the paper in her hands made this task easy. She could see him standing in her mind’s eye, his black coat shining, the mane and feathering obvious, his tale almost to the ground. He had all the trademarks of a modern day Friesian, but she knew there was a difference, she had experienced his powers firsthand. Etienne had accredited the manipulation of time and space during her “dream” to Goliath’s powers. There was definitely more to this than met the eye. She continued to read the descriptions of the horses, looking for the hair mark she had noticed earlier in the stables. She found no mention of it.

Sophie spent almost two hours studying the parchment, then folded it back up and replaced into her bra. She was too tired to think clearly and would let the information swirl around in her thoughts until it settled into some kind of sense. For now all she really wanted to do was go to bed, but she had to unpack first. Sophie could not go to sleep until everything was placed neatly in the closets and drawers. She hoped her shipped boxes would arrive soon, the items she brought in the suitcases would only last a few days. With her suitcases unpacked, the alarm clock set and her clothing changed to nightwear, Sophie slid between the sheets on her new single bed.

She had just laid her head down when sleep came, it washed over her silently, pulling her into a world that had been awaiting her arrival. “Wake now,” a whisper, close to her ear. Sophie opened her eyes to find Etienne bending over her.

“Etienne!” she cried, reaching up and putting her arms around his neck. Her action not only surprised Etienne, but herself as well. She was not prone to such emotional outbursts outside her family members. She slowly released her arms. “I am so sorry Etienne, I am just so glad to see you.”

Etienne laughed aloud, his eyes sparkled. “Ahhh, what man could be upset by such a warm greeting from such a beautiful woman?” He held out his hand to Sophie and helped her sit up. They were back in the shack of her first dream with him. Sophie took his hand and sat up, she noticed her clothing had not changed. She was still wearing her nightgown, which left very little to the imagination of men. Etienne noticed her unease and handed her the rough blanket to wrap about her.

“Thank you... I have had so many dreams these past few nights but none of you. Why?” she questioned him.

“I have been with you in each of those dreams, did you not feel me with you?”

Sophie thought for a moment, the feeling of being protected was present in each of her dreams, but she could never remember the who, what, or why of the dreams. “Yes, I did feel you with me but I don’t remember seeing...or touching...you.”

“I told you once before that I shall be with you, that you may not be able to see me or recognize me, but that I would be there.” His voice was soft yet serious. She loved that voice, those eyes, that body... Sophie found herself drawn to this man like no other, real or not. She wanted him to wrap his arms around her and hide her from the rest of the world.

Sophie bowed her head in order to avoid acting on such thoughts. If she did not look straight into those eyes, maybe she could control herself and maintain some level of dignity. “Do you know what I have been doing these past few days?” she asked. “Does Goliath tell you of the happenings in other times?”

“He has let me know of your move and you are in a position now to help him. That is why I am here with you. You have questions you need answered, which I will try my best to do.” He stood up and began to pace the floor slowly, he looked as though he had something more to say to her. Sophie sat silently waiting for Etienne to make up his mind. She watched as he sauntered back and forth, she could not help it. His body, still clothed in black, was strong, his back straight and his chest so inviting. She was really having a hard time focusing on anything but his movements. Etienne stopped and looked at Sophie. “I will be with you through all your dreams, have no fear. I told you before we would met again, but this will be the last time we meet face to face here.”

“What do you mean?” Sophie was confused.

“It is simple, Goliath has brought you to us in order to ask your help, which you have offered, now we are here again in order that you may have the information you need in order to proceed with that task. Once I have told you all you need to know, then you will return and I shall continue with my life in my time.” He was saddened by his thoughts, his face betrayed this. “I have been through much and have many things yet to go through before I am called to the heavens. These things I must do in my own time, but I know we will meet in your time as well. You will understand this yourself when it happens.”

Sophie could no longer resist and moved to him. “Etienne, I must tell you that I have feelings for you.” Her words came from a place deep within her. “I...” her emotions caught her words, “I know you have had your great love and lost her, but do you not have room for more in your heart?” Where was this all coming from, she had never been so brazen in her life. Even as a young teenager she had always left the moves to the boy. “I’m sorry if you think I should keep this to myself.”

“Sophie, you are a beautiful woman but...” Sophie could hear it coming, that awful “but” word, “I cannot offer you what you look for here. Be patient, there is so much in this world that is magical, have faith.” Etienne smiled and kissed Sophie’s cheek. Not what she wanted but she would take it. “Now you have questions about the parchment?” Just like that he was back to business. Sophie did not want to change the subject, she wanted him, plain and simple, she wanted him then and there.

“Do you have no feelings for me?” she asked, almost afraid to hear an answer. “Are these feelings I have one sided?” Sophie was going to push it.

“Stop now, don’t say things you may regret later. I have many feelings for you, most of which I am ashamed of. It is not right to cross boundaries in time and it would be unfaithful to my true love to act on such feelings.” His face hardened. “In this time I am but a slave to my heart, which has been plucked from me. But there are other times, other places and other hearts, be patient and have faith. No more of this talk.”

Sophie sat for a moment, absorbing his words, she accepted what he said, and at least he had some feelings for her. She could understand his words but it was not what she had hoped for. Other places, other times... an interesting concept she tucked away. She refocused on the task, respecting his wishes and began to ask the questions she had apparently been brought her to ask.

“I have a few questions...” she began. “ I was reading the list written on the parchment and noticed the dates are about 400 years ahead of the breed records we now keep, why?”

“Simple, the Friesians of your day are not the same as in the past. That is one of the reasons it is so important for you to find the misplaced young and return them to their proper time. Not only does Goliath have pain missing his young, but the breed itself must evolve through nature’s plan, not man’s.”

“But what is the difference?” Sophie was very focused now, she had not thought of the possibility someone was trying to re-create a breed.

“In my time, Goliath and others like him, have powers which have been evolving since the time of the unicorn. I know there is no resemblance when you look at them, but they are descendants of those magical creatures. Nature has taken parts away and increased others. I don’t question it; Goliath knows where he comes from.” Etienne spoke with feeling. “Whoever is doing this evil thing must know this and is trying to determine some way of harnessing these powers.”

Sophie was stunned, unicorns, they were a myth, a fabrication of man’s imagination. Then again, she had been through so much these past days, she really did not doubt he was speaking the truth. She had finally given herself over to the reality of her life. She spoke with Etienne about the animals and people she had met on the KKR. She took her time and described each thing to the best of her memory. Etienne hung on each word she spoke. She could she his mind working, memorizing, picturing. They spoke for hours discussing options and possibilities, deciding nothing but sharing everything.

“Well that’s everything I can think of,” Sophie finished.

“Yes, I think we have covered it all, you know all that I know now. Be careful on your return.” Etienne embraced Sophie and held her tightly. He spoke in a lowered voice, “I will be with you, have patience.” Once again he kissed her cheek, but this time he did not stop there. He looked into her eyes for a moment and then kissed her lips. Long and sensual he held her, their lips pressed together. Sophie was overcome with the tingling of new love, as she hoped that the moment would freeze in time.

“Buzz.... Buzz... Buzz.” The screeching sound of the alarm bored into her brain. Sophie sat bolt upright and grabbed the clock from her bed stand and threw it to the floor. “Why...?” was all she could say.

Chapter Eight

Sophie had managed to get through her first week without too many problems. She had met most of the other staff members and had acquainted herself with her charges. A total of ten of the younger horses had been placed in her care, including Dreamer. Sophie was responsible for the diet, exercise and training of each of these magnificent animals, based on a formula Ken had outlined.

She was surprised at how much autonomy she had been given, her impression of being hired as an assistant was off base. Not only did she get to supervise others but she was allowed to modify some of the training aspects to her own style. Ken had gone through each with her and approved them, but she did not have to fight him for it. She had to give Ken credit for that, he may not have the personality but he certainly had the knowledge and she respected this.

Dreamer had come out of the fog and began to socialize after three days, just as Phil had said she would. Sophie had paid extra attention to Dreamer, spending hours walking with her around the paddock and grooming her coat. She had a special place in her heart for this one and felt the feeling returned to her.

She loved each of them as if they were her own children; along with Dreamer she was given Shadow, Lucinda, Zenaida, Shane, Abyss, Obeah, Wizard, Raven and Sierra. Of course, these were the barn names they used everyday, each had a longer, more majestic registered name. Sophie had spent the week getting to know each individual personality and forming a bond of trust and friendship with the horses. The other trainers on staff were pleasant but each, including Sophie, had a focused view: their own charges.

She had purposely attended the meals served for the staff in order to make acquaintance with the others. The food was acceptable although different from what she was used to. She found the taste to be secondary to content, she was used to flavorful meals and many courses in the evening. This one plate and dessert style took a little getting used to. She often returned to her quarters afterward and made herself a snack of salad and pastry. Sophie thought of this act as her connection to home. She was also surprised by the seating at the meals. She understood the meals were served in a staggered fashion so everyone could eat without being cramped, but it seemed there were specific groups at each table. At home when there was a group meal, everyone interacted. There were of course special friends and relationships, but no one was ever hesitant to join a conversation. Here she felt intimidated by some of the groups, not comfortable enough to join in and introduce herself. Another example of the difference in culture, she thought.

Her staff, and she loved that phrase, consisted of three assistants. Claire, a tall redhead from Canada, who had a very pleasing way about her; Sophie had immediately taken a liking to her and found herself calmed by Claire’s presence when things got a little hectic. Eugene was a large man, Sophie estimated him to be about 6’2” and he was covered head to toe with muscle. He did not talk very much but when he did his Irish accent was evident. He knew his way around the horses and followed Sophie’s instruction without question -- she liked that. Claire and Eugene had worked together under one of the other trainers and knew each other quite well. Sophie even suspected there might be a small romance hidden underneath the surface.

Then there was Christoph. Sophie had taken a dislike to the man at first. He was older, in his fifties she thought, with a belly and quick mouth. He had come from Germany to work on the ranch when Ken first started the Friesian breeding. He also knew much about the breed, but he often had a smell of liquor on his breath. Sophie watched him carefully because of this. She figured he must be competent to have been here so long, but at the same time she was concerned. Christoph often questioned Sophie’s techniques, but never pushed too far, seemingly satisfied with her explanations. She understood someone of his age had certain procedures and did not hold it against him when he questioned a new one; she just wished he would not do so every time.

Overall, the four of them had managed to form a team in that first week. Sophie had worked hard to encourage a positive spirit, she may be young but her ability to motivate was strong. She had a natural way about her that encouraged others. Even Christoph had begun to loosen up near the week’s end, telling the odd joke and making Sophie feel welcomed. For such a diverse group of people to work with, she was pleased with the way things were progressing. The daily routine was laid out in advance and each member knew exactly what was expected of them each day, from both Ken and Sophie.

“Soph.” Each of the team had taken to calling Sophie this, she did not mind, she took it as a sign of the increasing ease in the group. She turned around to see Claire walking down the stable corridor towards her. “I was just about to take Dreamer out to the exercise yard when Christoph said you wanted to see me. What’s up?”

“What are you talking about?” Sophie was confused; she had said nothing to Christoph.

“I don’t know, he just said you wanted to talk to me and that he would do Dreamers program until I got back.” Claire’s face held no sign of deceit. “Maybe he got confused.” She winked. “You know what I mean.”

Sophie did know; that morning as they went through the day’s schedule she had noticed Christoph seemed a little more “in his own world” than usual. His breath was also a little bit stronger than usual. “Don’t worry about it, just go on back and tell him you spoke with me and resume your duties.” She added, “No sense in making a big thing about it with him, so just play along.”

“By the way, has Ken talked to you yet about another new employee? I heard the rumor at breakfast this morning, supposed to be some guy coming over from Europe somewhere and they say he’s going to be put on our team.” Claire looked as though she expected some sort of gossip session to take place. This made Sophie smile, she had learned a long time ago to talk only about things she knew to be true. Over the years at home she had seen many friendships dissolve and jobs lost because tongues wagged without thought. Her mother and father had always pointed out this mistake when it happened and she was grateful they had.

“Nope, no one has said a word to me about it.” She kept her tone friendly, but made it clear the conversation ended there. Claire was quick to pick up on these things and let it be.

“Okay, well I’ll get back to Dreamer and let Christoph get back to his own stuff. Do you want me to tell him anything?”

Sophie thought for a minute and then said, “Claire, instead of taking over right away can you do me a favor and watch Christoph with Dreamer for a few minutes? Let me know what you see.” Something was different today and Sophie did not want to take the chance that she had missed something important. In the week she had been here she had memorized the layout of the ranch, met the majority of staff and animals, but still had no idea how she was going to accomplish her task. She had been hoping something would jump out at her and give her the lead she wanted.

“No problem,” Claire responded with a smile and then headed off to the yard.

Sophie went back to working on the feed mixture she was preparing. She could let others do it but she wanted to be sure the ratios were just right. She had spent last evening with Phil talking about the horses and generally getting to know each other better. He had stopped by and knocked on her door after the evening meal. He had caught Sophie right in the middle of an Éclair and laughed when she explained her evening ritual.

They spent the evening talking and enjoying each other’s company. Sophie asked about different people and found that many of the staff in the main building did not live on-site. The office staff, including Lou, lived in a small village about ten miles to the east. Sophie had wondered why she did not see Lou at the meals, figuring Lou’s break times were different then her own. She had been hoping to spend some time with her outside work hours but had not been given the chance to express this. Sophie had made a mental note to drop by the office today and ask Lou over for a homemade supper, French style. She would do that as soon as she finished the feed mix.

Sophie learned that Phil had been a troubled teen, often in and out of the court systems, nothing major, petty theft and vandalism. He had been raised by his grandparents after his parents had died in a car accident. Sophie did not ask for details, although their friendship was growing, she did not feel comfortable in pressing him. He had met a young man when he was seventeen who helped him get things straightened out and introduced him to Christoph, who in turn introduced him to the horse world. Sophie was surprised to learn that Christoph had actually been responsible for Phil getting his job at the ranch. She wanted to question Phil about Christoph’s drinking but decided against it, if Phil had respect for the man, then Sophie was sure there was more to him than she presently saw.

The conversation was light and she was surprised at how much information they had exchanged. She had told Phil about her family back home and even touched on her heart shaped box and her first love. The symmetry of the two was incredible. She had no lust or physical desire for him but he was everything else she desired, her almost perfect other half. She had dreamt of him the one night, in the role of brother, again she was reminded her dreams held truths.

Her feed mix done, Sophie started to write out the directions for Eugene. She had assigned him the feeding tasks because he was the only one that could manage to push all the feed around to the stalls by themselves. His size and strength definitely did come in handy and he did not mind being asked to use it. Funny, Sophie thought, almost like a Friesian himself. This comparison amused her. Sophie’s hand stopped in mid-word... her stream of thought froze... she felt the chill running up her spine, the weight of the baggie in her bra pressed against her chest. Something was happening, something important; she braced herself and turned towards the main stable doors.

Ken was walking towards the stables with another person that she did not recognize from this distance. Sophie could not shake the feeling he was important. She watched carefully as they drew closer, her heart skipping every other beat, her hands beginning to tremble. She had no idea what was happening to her, and it scared her.

“Sophie, come on over here,” Ken’s voice carried itself to her. “We have a new employee for you to meet.”

Sophie was not completely surprised; Claire had mentioned the rumor to her. She feverishly tried to compose herself. She wiped her hands on her jeans and flipped back her hair. Holding her head high, her back straight and a smile on her face, she walked towards them. With each step the stranger’s face became clearer, with each step her heart beat faster. She almost broke into a run when she recognized the man, his blonde hair tousled atop his head, the smile on his face and that strong chest beneath the black tee shirt. No, she told herself, you only want it to be him. She held herself back, the man was showing no recognition of her or making any signs that lead her to believe he was even aware of who she was.

“Hello Ken,” she said, then turned and extended her hand to the Etienne look-alike. “Pleased to meet you, I am Sophie... and welcome aboard.” He took her hand and the electricity that shot through her took her breath away. She knew this was Etienne... she could feel him.

“Hi, pleasure is all mine, call me Reb if you don’t mind.” His voice was deep, just like Etienne’s. She wanted to say something, do something, wrap her arms around his neck and hold him so tight that he would never disappear again. Instead, she simply smiled and stared into his eyes, hoping to see a spark of recognition in them... nothing.

“Reb, what an unusual name, does it mean anything specific or are you just a James Dean fan?” Sophie’s words hid her true feelings, her voice sounding calm and relaxed.

“No, nothing like that.” His smile grew wider and his eyes sparkled with delight. “Just a shortened version of my full name, you know, an initials thing. People have been calling me that since my school days. My name is actually Raphael Etienne Boudreaux. Reb is just easier to live with.” He gave a short laugh, not a nervous laugh, but a warm inviting laugh.

“Reb here is going to be working with your group, Sophie. He has an expertise in horse psychology. Not your standard brand of understanding mind you, I’ve seen him in action. The horse whisperer has nothing on this guy.” Ken patted Reb on the back. “I want you to give him the freedom with the horses I’ve given you, figure out how to use your talents together to better my investments.” Sophie hated that word, these horses were not investments, they were so much more than that.

“Sure Ken, whatever you say, I’d be happy to work with him.” She turned back to Reb and smiled, still wanting very much to grab hold of him. “Have you had the tour and such?” she asked.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I have, had a quick one. Phil took me around earlier.”

Ken broke in, “Phil’s the one that told me about Reb, guess they’ve known each other for some time.”

“Really, you’re a friend of Phil’s? If I might ask, how do you know each other?” Sophie was intrigued.

“Phil and I met back when he was a teen, long story you can ask him about it sometime.” Sophie immediately knew who this man was. He was the one that had straightened Phil out, the one he had told her about last night, probably preparing her for his arrival.

“Okay, I’ve got to get back to work... I’ll leave you in Sophie’s good hands.” Ken turned and walked away, not bothering to wait for any response.

“Well, where do you want me to start? I’m ready to go.” He spoke with anticipation, Sophie looked at him. They were standing alone, no one to hear their words.

“This may sound strange, but have we met before” She asked as though she had no idea where it could have been. Hoping his response would reveal his memory of her.

“Funny, I thought the same thing when I saw you but I don’t think so. I’d remember someone as beautiful as you.” His words trailed. His flushed with a redness. “I’m sorry, that was really inappropriate to say, I don’t usually stick my foot in my mouth until I’ve known someone at least for twenty-four hours.” His embarrassment gave way to warmth and Sophie could not help but laugh aloud.

“With words like that, who notices a mouthful of feet?” She was happy, flustered, frustrated and in love. “Come with me and I’ll introduce you to the horses you’ll be working with.” Sophie turned and headed back through the barn with Reb right beside her. As they headed to the exercise yard she outlined her program and what she was hoping to accomplish. Reb listened closely and she could see the actual interest in his eyes. Occasionally he would ask her the reasoning for something, but generally he just listened. Sophie had to keep talking, otherwise she was going to lose her composure, she still had the urge to grab Etienne, no Reb, and shake him awake.

They arrived at the yard to find Christoph standing at the rail watching Claire work with Dreamer. There were no other horses in the fenced area. Sophie had been careful to allow each horse and trainer scheduled time without distraction in order to forge stronger bonds. She was surprised to see Christoph standing there. “Hey Christoph, aren’t you supposed to be working Obeah right now in the water hole?”

Christoph turned and looked at her, a huge grin spreading over his face. “About time you got here Reb, been biting my tongue for days now.” He reached over and grabbed Reb by the shoulders and gave him a hug that only men can give each other. “Glad to have you with us.”

The two men laughed and Sophie caught up quickly. Of course, she thought, if this was the man that helped Phil, then he is also the man that introduced him to Christoph. “Okay you two, this isn’t old family week, Christoph why aren’t you working Obeah?” Sophie did not want to spoil the mood, but she did need to be the boss.

“Sorry Soph, was waiting for this one to show up. Phil found me earlier and let me know he was here. Just wanted to make sure I had a chance to see him before he got busy. Once this guy starts working there’s no interrupting him. You’ll find out.” He was still smiling, his voice on the edge of laughter. “No problem, I’ll get right over to Obeah now and don’t worry, I won’t shorten the workout.” He turned back to Reb and winked. “Don’t let this one fool you, she might be an eyeful of beauty, but her brains are in full control.”

Sophie was surprised to hear him say this; it was one of the nicest compliments she had ever received without being expected to lie down. “Hmmm... don’t know if you mean that or are after a raise.” Sophie tried to roll past the comment with humor. “Get to work”.

“You got it boss lady.” And off he went.

“Looks like you’ve made quite an impression on Christoph, he doesn’t give compliments away easily, no matter how much he’s had to drink.” Reb’s comment caught Sophie off guard; he actually mentioned the drinking problem aloud. He was the first to do that; most of the others had dropped hints and innuendos, but never actually said the words drinking or drunk. “So who is this?” He nodded towards Dreamer and Claire.

Sophie called Claire over to the rail and made the introductions. Sophie noticed Claire’s eyes slowly travel his body, subtle but not subtle enough to avoid another woman’s notice. It was obvious Claire liked what she saw, but her voice and manner did nothing to convey any interest. This only strengthened Sophie’s suspicions that Eugene held Claries heart.

Small talk done, Reb stated he wanted to get to know the horses and Dreamer looked like a good place to start. Sophie agreed and watched as he confidently climbed through the rails and walked up to Dreamer. His movements were fluid and Dreamer made no attempt to back away or rear. He placed one hand on Dreamer’s mane and the other on her nose. He was talking to the horse, Sophie smiled, all good horse people talked to their animals. 

Etienne talked to Goliath, just in this manner. Sophie knew in her heart this was the same man, but in her time, she was filled with happiness. She watched as the two stood with heads tilted towards one another, Reb’s strong hands softly stroking Dreamer’s mane. The words inaudible to Sophie or Claire, who stood by the railing, but Sophie had a good idea what was happening. They held these positions for almost twenty minutes, no one saying a word. Sophie’s mind was playing tricks on her; she kept seeing Goliath and Etienne walking in the yard, not Reb and Dreamer. Mentally she was trying to formulate a plan to awaken Reb to the realities she knew to be true, that he was Etienne.

Reb turned and looked at Sophie, his eyes filled with concern and questions. He did not speak; slowly, he turned a full circle as if looking for something in the landscape, and then focused his eyes back on Dreamer. Sophie stood silent, letting Reb do his work, even though she was not clear on exactly what that was. She had noticed the change in the tenseness of Reb’s posture, but thought it was just from standing still for so long, the look she had just seen in his eyes told her it was more than that, much more. Sophie had a feeling that if she was to learn what Reb had on his mind she should let Claire move on to another task.

“Claire, this might take a while, why don’t you go and give Eugene a hand. He has scheduled to work Raven and Wizard after the feed is put out. I can finish up here for you.” Sophie suspected Claire would not miss the opportunity to work with Eugene for the rest of the day and she was right. Claire agreed and left to join Eugene, the smile she carried with her removed any doubt that Sophie had about a secret tryst.

Reb was walking the yard, Dreamer following him like an adoring fan. Sophie climbed through the rails and joined them. “So what’s going on?” she asked, trying to sound as though she had no concerns. “You seemed to be looking for something, maybe I can help,” she offered. He remained silent, his eyes focused on the horizon as he circled the yard slowly. Dreamer acknowledged Sophie’s presence with a quick nuzzle as they walked.

“Have you seen all of the ranch?” he asked. “Do you know what each of the buildings hold?” His voice was very serious.

“I have managed to see most of it, besides what Phil was kind enough to show me on the first tour, I have taken a couple of evening explorations.” Sophie wondered what he was getting at.

“Do you remember seeing anything with an elevator in it?”

“Elevator...?” Sophie thought for a moment. “No, I don’t think I have, at least not in the farm buildings. There might be one in the main house, I only saw a small portion of that when I arrived.” Her curiosity was aroused. “Why do you ask?”

“Dreamer has related an interesting tale to me.” He stopped himself. “Sorry, I guess I should explain. I have this ability to communicate with certain animals, horses especially. Been able to do for as long as I can remember, used to scare people when I was a child.” He was looking directly at her, waiting for some reaction.

“I can understand that,” Sophie spoke, “everyone has a special gift, some just a little more out of the ordinary than others.” If only he knew, she thought to herself.

“I must say I’m a little taken aback by your easy acceptance of what I’ve said. Most people look at me as though I’ve been hit on the head, hard.” His smile momentarily stopped to show itself, then hid again. “Well, Dreamer here has told me a very interesting story of how she got here. I’m not sure if I’ve got it right, sometimes there is confusion in the interpretation. Something about a figure in a fog, drifting and then being delivered here to the fields by an elevator.” He shook his head. “It really doesn’t make any sense.” He covered his eyes with is hands and rubbed his face. A characteristic that reminded Sophie of her father when he was frustrated with something.

Sophie walked in front of him, taking his forearms in her hands, blocking his movements. “Listen to me, I have accepted what you have told me, please allow me to share something with you.” She watched his face closely as she spoke. “I have a gift as well, through dreams and intuition, also something that has been part of me since childhood.” She was not sure how much to tell him right now. She watched as his eyes looked into her, she could feel the search for truth in them. “The women in my family have had this gift for generations and I am just learning how to use mine now. There is something strange going on here at this ranch, something I know we will need each other to discover. This may sound far fetched, but...” She stopped to form her words carefully, but she could not find the words to phrase it any other way. “We have met before, in a dream, you have lived before and are here because a common friend needs our help. I can not explain it to you here and no one else knows about this... Let’s finish Dreamer’s exercise cycle then we can go to my place and I’ll tell you everything I know.” She hoped this was enough of a reason for him to come with her and let go of his arms.

He looked at her thoughtfully and then without knowing why, took her into his arms and hugged her. Sophie was surprised to say the least; she had not expected this at all. She made no noise of protest or joy but silently melded with his body in the embrace. 

Chapter Nine

Dreamer watched closely as the two embraced, then softly lowered her head within a breath’s space of Sophie’s face. As Dreamer’s eyelash grazed against her cheek, Sophie’s mind exploded into a myriad of images, as though someone had spilled a five thousand piece jigsaw puzzle in her thoughts. Each piece held an individual picture, animated and with sound, yet none came together to form a complete picture. Her body tensed against Reb’s involuntarily, reacting to the shock of the images and sounds flooding her being. She was no longer aware of the fleshy pleasure she had been enjoying, only the chaos of lives scattered and calling her. Each piece shouting for her attention and understanding. Hundreds of years of existence flew by in immeasurable times, out of order, out of sync, out of control. Glimpses of Etienne as a knight warrior, screams of pain and anguish... Goliath proudly guarding his offspring... Pain... Etienne as a veterinarian in old English clothing... Etienne, in Civil War dress, riding Goliath ... So many images...so much information...so much pain.

Then it stopped, just stopped, her eyes were open and she was still wrapped within Reb’s strong arms. She was weakened and confused, but she was still here in her own time. Part of her expected to be swept away into the images she had seen, she was surprised to find she could recall the images. She still did not understand it, but they had not gone away, just sorted themselves back into the jigsaw box waiting for Sophie to pull each piece out at fit it into the larger picture. She drew back from Reb, not letting their touch lapse, and looked into his eyes. She could see the confusion in his face, the fear of something larger than himself but she could not comfort him. Dreamer had stepped back, but not out of reach, Sophie knew this Friesian was a very integral part of what had just happened. She knew because she could understand Dreamer’s thoughts as though they were words in her ear. She was being told her gift was now complete and that she and Reb were Dreamer’s only hope to return home.

Sophie saw what Reb had tried to tell her, the mist capturing Dreamer and bringing her to a place that was barricaded on all sides by a stone wall. Someone had been there with her, not a nice person but someone who did not care if she was hurt. Sophie recognized the images she was receiving as a needle used to give sedatives to large animals. The ride in an elevator of sorts and then waking in the field, dazed, scared and lost. The strangeness Dreamer had felt those first few days were now part of Sophie along with the knowledge that Dreamer was one of Goliath’s children and in danger. She exhaled, finally finding the strength to breathe again. Sophie became aware of her fingers digging into Reb’s arms to the point of drawing tiny droplets of blood. She released her hands immediately. “Reb, we have to talk, and now!” There was no point in waiting for the comfort of her living room, there was no time to wait at all and Sophie knew that comfort was far in her future.

“Call me Etienne.” His voice deep and shaking. “I have seen what you have seen. Dreamer still possesses the powers of the original Friesian breed. I know who I was and why I am here with you. Where do you have the parchment that was given to you by...” he thought a moment and then finished with the word, “him?”

“Yes, I have carried it with me since I realized its effect on my memory, how did you know I have it with me?” Sophie continued, “I have gone over it many times in the past days but found nothing that would indicate Dreamer was part of the group I was looking for.” Sophie had mentally checked each horse that she came in contact with and then compared what she knew of them to the list. She had never been able to identify a single one from the parchment. “I don’t see what good it does us, it has a list of names and descriptions, but none of those horses are here.”

“The parchment was just the portal in which we could both travel to this time and place. Without it, you would not have known who I was and Dreamer would not have been able to connect with us. Without that parchment neither of us would be aware of the danger we are now facing. It only lists those that were born without the powers and allowed to be captured so they could live with mankind. As I understand it, some mares had mated with other breeds, I guess as part of nature’s great plan to evolve or save the species. I don’t really know, but the few who were born with the powers were kept in the wild... until the mists came. So the horses on that parchment don’t really matter to us now.”

He turned to Dreamer and without a word spoken, but with words heard by all three, Etienne thanked Dreamer for using the gift to bring them together and instructed her to return to the fields and carry on as any of the horses were. Etienne took Sophie by the arm and they walked to the stables. Neither spoke on the way, both were aware of the need to return to their chores, to finish the day as though nothing had changed. Both would wait the few hours before privacy would be needed in order to speak freely.

As they entered the stable, Claire and Eugene were at the far end of one of the other corridors. Their voices filled with quiet laughter that you could feel. Sophie and Etienne followed the voices until they spotted them happily grooming Wizard. “Eugene,” Sophie called out, “I want you to meet the newest member of our group, although I’m sure Claire has already filled you in.” They continued to walk towards the pair as Eugene put down his brush.

“Ay’a,” his Irish accent sounded familiar to Sophie at that moment, but she could not place it. She glanced at Etienne and noticed that same flicker of recognition flash though his features. “Welcome aboard. Reb, right?” Eugene extended his hand to Etienne.

“Hi, glad to meet you, Eugene, you can call me whatever you want, just don’t call me late for a meal.” Etienne flashed that smile and took Eugene’s hand in a strong shake. “Actually, my name’s Etienne, but people gave me that nickname a while back and it stuck. Your choice.”

“Ahuh,” was the only reply Eugene gave then turned back to Wizard.

“Well, if you don’t mind, I prefer Etienne,” Claire spoke. “It has a nice ring to it.”

“Works for me, Claire; always happy to please a lady.” Etienne’s voice was smooth as glass, a slight twinkle in his eye just for Claire’s ego. “Anything I can do to help out here?” he asked her.

“We’re just about finished with Wiz, then I think we’re done for the day.” Claire turned to Sophie, “Unless there’s something else you need done?”

“No, I think we’ve got everything covered for the day. I am just going to take Etienne around and introduce him to a few more of the horses and then stop for the day myself. You have plans for this evening?” Sophie wanted to know as much about people’s plans that evening as she could without raising suspicion.

Claire looked at Eugene with a question in her eyes; Eugene nodded his head slightly and returned to work. “I’ve been dying to tell someone for weeks now, Eugene and I are seeing each other. In fact, tonight we are moving my things over to his place.” Claire’s voice was filled with excitement. “We’ve been dating each other on the sly for almost three months now, only Ken knew about it. We had to get his permission to make the new living arrangements.” Claire continued to talk; the dam had finally been opened. She spoke of their first meeting, Eugene’s need to keep it personal and separate from their work lives, all the details wrapped up into one small conversation. Sophie and Etienne stood there nodding at the appropriate times, occasionally letting an “Oh” break into Claire’s monologue, but both were absorbing each detail with true interest. Neither knew what would be important to know down the road. Finished with her story, Claire turned to Eugene and smiled, he did not return the smile but continued to work. This small gesture, or lack thereof, raised the hair on Sophie’s arms and she thought to herself, Poor girl has no idea what real love is.

Sophie and Etienne left the barn in search of Christoph. They found him laying out in the middle of the front field, staring off into the sky. “Wake up you old fart,” Etienne said fondly. Christoph did not move. “Come now, Christoph, stop kidding around, we haven’t got all day to stand here waiting for you to figure out a reason to be lying there.” Etienne gave a short chuckle and knelt down to Christoph. The air rising up from him was pure liquor, whisky by the smell of it. Etienne tapped him on the shoulder, no response, he tapped a little harder, and Christoph muttered something under his breath and then was gone again. Etienne laughed out loud now. “Well, some things just never change. We might as well leave him where he is; he’ll stumble to his quarters if he gets cold or hungry. We needn’t worry about him, one thing he knows how to do and that’s enjoy a good drunk without getting in anyone’s way”

“Are you sure we should just leave him here, what if he gets sick or needs help?” Sophie could not help but worry; she had started to take a liking to Christoph, despite his taste for booze.

“No, he’s okay and besides he has lots of company to watch over him.” Etienne motioned to the field edge where three or four of the horses were standing. “These fine animals are out for a while, they’ll watch him and make sure he’s okay, they always have, no matter where he was.” Sophie respected Etienne’s knowledge of his friend and let it drop. With everything accomplished for outward appearances, they headed to Sophie’s quarters to talk.

Sophie led Etienne into the living area then proceeded into the kitchen. “Can I offer you something before we get settled?” She was in no hurry to begin the conversation she knew would be long. “Once we get started I don’t think either of us are going to be thinking about food or drinks.” She was trying hard to sound light hearted, even though she knew that in just a few minutes everything was going to change.

“I’ll take anything cold to drink and nothing to eat, thank you,” he answered. Sophie could tell by his tone that he was anxious to get down to business.

“Okay, give me just a minute and you will have my full attention.” Sophie grabbed two cans of ginger ale from the refrigerator and placed a few crackers and cheese on a plate. Returning to the living room, she was disappointed to find Etienne sitting in the easy chair. She had hoped he would sit on the small sofa, a chance to be close to him again. Even with all they had to discuss, part of her was longing to ignore the world while in his embrace. “Here you go, can okay or would you prefer a glass?”

“This is fine.” Sophie found it funny that their speech was taking a formal tone in this private setting. She wished she had more insight into what he was thinking.

“Where do you want to start?” he asked her.

“The images I... we saw? I kept seeing you in different situations, I have a feeling I know what that is about, but I would like to hear your version.”

“It was a wakeup for me and I guess some background for you. I have lived many lives but they have all been very distinct from each other. I had no memory of them until that moment and I am still not completely sure I remember them all. Bits and pieces of each are there, like a movie trailer, teasing my memory. Important events seem to be clearest.” The thoughtful expression on his face as he recalled these memories drew Sophie to the edge of her chair. “The one that stands out the clearest is from many lives back. I can’t say I am those people, just have memory of each of them, but I feel disconnected in a sense.” He was struggling to find the right words to describe it.

“I think I know what you mean,” Sophie offered, hoping to ease his discomfort. “You know who they are, you know what they did with their lives, their thoughts and actions, but it’s more like recalling a movie or book?” she half-asked.

“That’s pretty close to it. I do remember a meeting with you and the ride to the hut.” He looked straight across the span between them and Sophie could feel the warmth from him. “I also remember how I felt having you hold on to me as we rode.” Sophie was surprised to see a slight redness rise in his cheeks, that was all she needed, she stood up and moved to the couch, sitting beside him, their legs touching.

Sophie began to question Etienne about his lives and he answered her questions as fully as he could. He described his life as a Civil War horseman. The battles fought upon horseback, the painful loss of man and beast alike. He described his childhood during the early 1600’s in England where his parents had raised horses for the hunters. He remembered studying with the elders to learn the best way to treat the animals when they were ill. He spoke of many different things and Sophie listened intently to each word. She asked questions only to try and help him bring memories forward. Most importantly, Sophie noted that he did not speak once of a wife or mate. Finally she asked the question. “You have no loves in these lives?”

He was silent. His eyes drifted to a memory only he saw. Sophie waited, patiently, trusting that he would tell her what she needed to know. Finally, he broke the silence; very softly he spoke, “I have had only three love in these lives that I can still feel. The first is the love of Goliath and his kind. That is something I have carried with me through each lifetime, it has never waned and never will.” He stopped again and collected his thoughts; Sophie watched as his expression saddened deeper. “The second is the love I shared with a woman in France many hundreds of years ago. You were told of her I think, at our meeting. We endured much together and fought hard for the chance to share ourselves with one another. In the end everything we had gone through was worth it, but she was taken from me too soon.” An unexpected tear formed in the corner of his eye. Sophie reached out with her fingertips to lift it from its resting place. “The third is a different love, one I feel will grow as deep, if not deeper, than other two, but new to me and yet to be fully explored.” Etienne did not look down or away, but instead looked deeply into Sophie’s soul. She was hearing the words she had wanted, yet she did not know how to, or if she should, respond to them. He continued, never shifting his gaze from her. “I am yours, free now to explore the feelings I felt toward you so many lives ago”.

Sophie fell into him, her lips speaking no words but saying volumes as she pressed them against his cheek. Etienne wrapped his arm around her and pulled her closer, placing his other hand on the back of her head he guided her lips to his. The gentleness of their touch flowed through each cell, both sharing the experience in tandem. His hand moved slowly though her hair, massaging her scalp in rhythm to their movements. Sophie slowly parted her lips, allowing Etienne to explore her with his tongue as she also explored him. They kissed in this manner for minutes that froze themselves in time. Sophie pulled her head back and smiled. “As I am yours.”

Sophie rose from the couch, taking Etienne’s hand as she led him from the living room. They had taken only a few steps when Etienne spun Sophie around and back into his arms. His embraced was filled with the passions denied him for so long, passions that were to be let out in full force. Sophie welcomed the fire she felt and returned the passion she received with as much intensity. Etienne moved so her back was supported by the wall, a hand on each side of her head. His body arched out so only their lips and tongues touched. Sophie held back nothing; she reached out and pulled his shirt up over his head, briefly breaking contact, then returning. Her hands explored his chest and abdomen, her fingers tingling as her body responded to his heat. Etienne lifted Sophie in his arms and carried her down the hallway towards the bedroom, neither speaking.

He placed her on the bed and began to undress her, his breath sounds heavy; nostrils flared in anticipation, Sophie felt his manly strength in each touch even though each action was draped in softness. He kissed each area of her skin as it became exposed, her hands reached to touch him as he moved over her. As he removed the parchment and bra she gasped, not sure if the memories would leave her once again, but they did not. When she was without any clothing, he stood up beside the bed and began to remove his belt. Sophie did not wait to watch the show, she moved to the edge of the bed and began to help him, fingers working as deftly as though undoing a saddle. She removed his pants, allowing the physical freedom to match the emotional freedom they both were feeling. They fell back on to the bed wrapped together in movements timed to perfection, neither aware of a beginning or end to their own bodies, but one body to enjoy the sensations that would complete their union.

After the need of both had been met and the union had been forged in more than words, they had showered together and dressed again. Sophie and Etienne, both tired and exhilarated returned to the living room, covered in the experience they had shared. For all the emotion and physical pleasure they had enjoyed it was time to refocus on the task. Etienne began with a simple statement that brought them both back. “I also remember what Goliath has asked you to do and know why I am here.”

“I think we both know what we have to do, the question is how do we do it and who is behind it? Dreamer did not show me any other horses, here, do you think that means she is the only one?”

Etienne thought. “I don’t know what to think. All I know is that we have found the place the mist settles, but who or what is sending it back in time? You said you had pretty much explored the ranch, does that include everything?”

“Everything but the main house and I haven’t walked each of the fields.” A stray thought crossed Sophie’s mind which she spoke aloud. “Shoot, I forgot to stop by and see Lou.”

“Lou... that’s the lady in the personnel office, right?”

“Right, she was very pleasant when I arrived and I thought she would be interesting to get to know better. That can wait now, I don’t think there is going to be much time for socializing.”

“Wrong, the more we socialize with the others the more likely we are to find out if anyone else knows what’s going on here. When I arrived Phil didn’t say anything to me, neither did Christoph, but then again I really haven’t had much time to speak privately with them. You’ve been here for a bit, have you noticed anything unusual?”

“Only the state Dreamer was in when I arrived, but we both know what caused that. The people I work with seem okay, except Eugene, something about his voice when we went back into the stables was familiar to me, but I can’t place it.” Sophie had put that thought in the back of her head hoping the answer would seep into her conscious mind when she was not looking.

“I know, I had the same feeling, but I think it has more to do with Dreamer than us. I feel the memory is hers not mine. Either way, he needs to be watched carefully, do you have a friendship with Claire that might help?”

“Not a very close one, in fact I was kind of surprised she told me about their plans to move in together. I did not think we had become that close, and then again she was bursting to tell just about anyone. I think I can use that as a jumping point to build on. We work well together and I enjoy her company, in fact she really is quite a pleasure to be around. Did you notice the way Eugene looked at her, I think she is going to need a shoulder to cry on soon enough and I’ll make sure mine is available to her.”

“I fear you are right about that one, I’ll find time to talk to Phil and Christoph tomorrow. With any luck they will be able to shed some light on what is happening. In the meantime I think we better destroy that parchment; now that Dreamer has made the connection we won’t be needing it. I would feel safer knowing that no one else has the possibility of getting their hands on it.”

Sophie quickly retrieved it from the bedroom floor. She had kept it with her and felt a little funny about destroying it. “Are you sure we should do that, it may be needed down the road?” She trusted Etienne with all her heart, but she did not want to take the chance of making a mistake, afraid that she would lose everything if she lost the parchment.

“It is okay, you won’t forget what you know, Dreamer has seen to that and you have proof of it now. I have been a part of the Friesian history for many years and in many forms, trust me, I know what they can do.” Sophie held out the parchment to Etienne, she did trust him. As he took the paper from her, his fingers lingered on hers. His lips curled at the edges and his eyes briefly closed as this happened. He removed his fingers from hers and took a lighter from his pocket. “Do you have a pot or something?” Sophie rose and retrieved a small saucepan from the kitchen. She watched as Etienne lit the parchment and placed it in the pot. The smoke rose carrying with it an odor of age. When the paper had blackened and crumbled, Etienne placed the lid on the pot and pushed it aside. Sophie held her breath waiting once again for the memories to flee, but they remained and she was pleased.

“Tomorrow you stop by the house and talk with Lou, maybe take a stroll about if you can, but don’t take any chances. I will talk to Phil and Christoph, I think I should spend some time out in the fields taking a closer look, you could arrange Dreamer to be there with me and I can make a tour of the all the stalls. Hopefully we can locate others here.” Sophie could see the wheels turning. “It might be a good idea to ask Claire and Eugene to come for an evening of cards or something as well.”

“What about Ken,” Sophie asked. “This is his ranch so if there is anything going on you can bet he is either behind it or at least aware of it. I can’t see anyone doing something like this without his knowledge.” Sophie felt like she was stating the obvious, but wanted to make sure they covered all the bases.

“Of course, you’re right about that, but for now I think we’d better take our time and get a feel for everything before we go there.” Etienne was confident in his words, but he was a gentleman and added, “Unless of course you disagree, you haven’t said too much about what you think we should do.”

Sophie was happy he had added this, for a moment she thought he was going to disappoint her and take charge without considering her thoughts. “I agree, I don’t think we have much time but it would be unwise of us to rush in and harm our chances of finding out the truth.” Sophie had already given this some thought. “In fact, until we find out if there are more horses here and at least some of the people involved, I think we should carry on as close to our daily routines as possible. Which reminds me, what exactly is Ken expecting you to do?” With all the emotions of the day Sophie had completely forgotten to ask Etienne why he was hired.

He laughed and it filled the air with electricity that Sophie absorbed. “My job is to make sure the horses Ken wants to sell are well rounded. You could say a final check to see if they are ready to be passed on to other breeders and owners.” He was smiling as he spoke, “I guess you could say that I’m here to give them a mental physical before they are released.” Sophie could not help but see the humor in this statement, although the situation was serious, she knew Etienne was talking about a different kind of release than the one Ken had meant and she joined him in the smile.

Chapter Ten

Sophie awoke the next morning wrapped in the heat of Etienne’s body laying next to her. They had stayed together the night, both in mind and body. She had slept soundly; no dreams had come to her. She was filled with love for this man, a combination of the excitement she had felt as a young teen with the deepness only felt with real love. This was special in more ways than she could fathom. She lay quietly in the bed not wanting to disturb his sleep, there was another fifteen minutes before the alarm would sound and Sophie wanted those fifteen minutes undisturbed. They had talked well into the wee hours of the morning, sharing experiences and intimate thoughts. They had discussed Goliath’s problem and formulated a watch and listen plan for the next few days. They had passionate sex, satisfying their animal lust for each other and then later made love to each other. Sophie’s smile was still spread across her face as she recalled his gentle touch and slow movements across her body. Even as she thought of this her body reacted with that familiar tingling of anticipation for the next time they were physically together. She was happy, very happy.

The alarm sounded and Sophie reached across Etienne to turn off the annoying sound of reality. Etienne slowly opened his eyes and reached out to pull Sophie down upon him. She did not resist but welcomed his arms around her. “Good morning,” she whispered to him.

“Good morning my princess,” he responded. He lightly kissed her forehead, her nose and her chin. “What time is it?”

“Time to get up and showered.” Her voice bubbled as she spoke. “Unless of course, you have something else in mind,” she spoke teasingly.

“M’lady... I have but one thing on my mind at the moment.” His eyes smiled at her and Sophie melted at his words. Etienne pressed Sophie closer to on top of him; she could feel his excitement in more ways than one. She placed her lips on his and danced her tongue in a slow waltz with his. Their bodies barely moving, both afraid to lose contact. His hands moved along her back, tracing her spine, sending shivers throughout Sophie’s body. She was ready for him and sat up positioning herself upon him, feeling his fullness as she accepted him into her. She sat upon him like a jockey in the saddle and she rode him till they crossed the finish line. Neither was spent by the activities, but energized by it, ready to begin the day.

After showering together and dressing, Etienne headed back to his own lodgings in order to get fresh clothing and they planned to meet at the staff breakfast serving. Sophie headed over to get seats and hopefully run into the others on her team. Time to start mingling seriously and she wanted to waste no time. As she entered the room, she saw Claire and Eugene sitting by themselves near the back. She began to walk over but did not join them, Claire’s eyes were red as though she had been crying and Eugene’s facial expression was definitely not pleasant. Instead, Sophie sat at a table two over from them and nodded in their direction when Claire noticed her. They made no indication that they wanted Sophie to join them so she did not force herself into their company. Instead, she sat patiently waiting for Etienne and listening as closely as she could, hoping to hear what was being said.

“Don’t ever do that again.” Eugene’s voice was stern and menacing. Sophie could barely make out the words being said. “I didn’t ask you to do that and it’s not something that I want. If we are going to live together you are going to have to respect that,” he continued. Sophie was dying to know what he was referring to.

“I’m sorry,” Claire said, her facing looking at the tablecloth, not Eugene. Sophie watched Claire as her body language spoke more than her words. “I won’t do that again, I promise, I was only trying to help.” With that, conversation ended and both returned to eating their food.

Sophie was disappointed; she had a feeling that whatever had gone on was important to know. She would try to speak with Claire privately at some point during the day. She hoped Claire would feel the need to confide in someone and she was going to make herself available. Sophie could feel Etienne as he walked through the door, she did not need to turn and look, she knew he was approaching her.

“Well now, shall we go and get some food?” he spoke. Sophie stood as Etienne pulled her chair out for her. They had decided to let everyone know of their relationship straight out, feeling that others would be surprised by their fast connection to each other. At the same time they counted on the fact that whomever it was they were trying to catch would also think them too busy with their new love to be poking around. They walked hand in hand to the food line, filling their trays with a breakfast that would replace their bodies’ fuel that they had used that morning.

Returning to their table, Sophie noticed that Claire and Eugene had left. She related what she had heard to Etienne who agreed with Sophie’s plan to try and talk with Claire privately later that day. They also discussed their day’s activities. Sophie would follow her daily routine with the team and meet Etienne for lunch. Etienne, who had not yet established a routine, would take the opportunity to wander about and inspect each of the animals. He would pinpoint exactly which horses they were to return and try to ease the minds of the animals. He planned first to stop and see Dreamer. They ate and talked, to anyone looking, and many did, their manner was that of a couple who had been together for many years, comfortable and in love.

They parted ways at the stable door with a quick kiss. Sophie headed towards the stall of Lucinda; it was her day to be put through the training exercises. Sophie had carefully planned each horse’s required training in order to maximize their abilities. As she opened the stall door she was hit with a mental image that surprised her. Lucinda was sending her an image of torture that filled Sophie with horror. She saw a young colt, shackled above the hooves to iron posts. There were tubes and wires running from the colt’s body to a myriad of machines Sophie did not recognize. She was filled with anxiety and terror as she allowed herself to become one with the image. The room was dark and dank, the smell of mold was in the air, and she could hear murmuring as though someone were talking to themselves. Then the image left her. She stared at Lucinda and in that connection of eyes an understanding was achieved. Lucinda was another of the stolen ones and was aware of a new arrival undergoing what Sophie had just seen somewhere on the property.

“Etienne!” she yelled, not concerned others might hear the fear in her voice. “Etienne!” she screamed again.

Etienne appeared in seconds, his face full of concern. “What is wrong?” he questioned, his face reflecting the fear in Sophie’s.

“Lucinda is one of them and she has given me a vision, did you not also get it? It does not matter, there is a colt on the farm in great peril, being held and tortured. We must do something right now!” Sophie’s voice, although quiet, was on the verge of hysteria in tone. Sophie grabbed Etienne’s arm and started hurriedly for the door.

“Wait Sophie, where are we going? Do you know where the colt is?” Etienne moved along with her but his questions slowed her pace.

“I don’t know, the vision was not specific, it is a dark place and it had a very musty smell.” Sophie stopped and turned in a circle, her eyes searching for a sign of where to go.

“I know you want to do something right now, I do too, but we can’t help if we don’t know where to go.” Etienne also searched the horizon. “Right now all we can do is pray that the young one will be safe until we can find a way to help.”

“No... no... no...” The frustration in Sophie’s voice mounted. “We have to act now, there is something we can do, there has to be.” She was not going to listen to reason, from Etienne or anyone, there was a horse that needed her help. Sophie closed her eyes and called the vision images to her mind, she searched what she had seen for some item of reference. She found none. Her shoulders slumped and her head bowed, she stood motionless, feeling the anger rise in her. “Why was I shown this if I can not do anything to stop it?” She spoke aloud, but her question was not aimed towards Etienne, Sophie knew there was no answer.

“Let me go to Lucinda and see if I too can share the vision. Maybe there will be something you missed.” He turned and headed back to Lucinda’s stall. As he opened the stall door and entered, Lucinda placed her head next to his. The horse’s nostrils flared as the exhalation of breath swished through Etienne’s hair. Horse and man stood together, communicating as only they could, as Etienne’s face twisted in response to the images being shown to him. Finally, Etienne raised his hand and stroked Lucinda’s mane. He turned to Sophie who had stayed out of the stall. “She has shown me as well. The dark place with the odd smell, the young colt shackled to iron posts, the equipment and a voice. It is a male voice, that much I can determine, but whose I cannot say. The words were not clear, like a muttering.” Etienne was thinking of what he had seen, trying as Sophie did, to find the missing clue.

“With what Dreamer has shown us, along with this, it must be the same area. Somewhere that is hidden, underground. You said you hadn’t seen anything unusual while you’ve been here, maybe it’s time for me to ask Phil and Christoph about this.”

“Yes, but hurry, if we can find out where it is then maybe we can do something now.” Sophie was having a hard time doing nothing. Every fiber of her being wanted to run screaming for answers. Somewhere on this farm there was evil and someone here had to know about it. Sophie watched Etienne leave the stables, heading towards the fields to find the other two men. “Come back here to me as soon as you are done,” she yelled after him. He had spoken of both in a positive light and knew that he trusted them. She silently prayed they would hold some answers.

Sophie could do nothing now but wait, so she took the grooming brush from the nail and entered Lucinda’s stall. If nothing else maybe she could ease this horse with some loving care. She stood in silence, stroking the coat with the brush. Lucinda also stood in silence as though aware that the young colt would have to bear whatever lay in front of him, by himself, for the time being. There was no communication of any kind between the two other than that of touch and the comfort of not being alone.

“Sophie?” It was Claire’s voice. “Sophie?” Sophie did not want to respond, she was in need of the privacy she and Lucinda had. “Sophie, where are you girl, I have a question about Shane’s program.”

Shaking her head in defeat Sophie answered, “I’m in with Lucinda.”

Claire’s face appeared at the stall door. “Took you long enough to answer; for a minute there I thought you weren’t here, but I heard you calling for Etienne a bit ago. Is everything okay, you sounded scared.”

“Scared.” Sophie gave a false chuckle. “Far from it. Let’s just say that I needed a little something.” Sophie had decided to try and get Claire to speak of the events leading up to her morning conversation. “I guess there’s no harm in telling you Etienne and I have taken a liking to each other. We had a wonderful night together.” Sophie waited for a response from Claire.

“That’s wonderful, but you only met him yesterday. Was it just for last night?” Claire did not hesitate to ask for the details. “Was it as good as I think it would be with him?”

Sophie smiled brightly, the memory of the night washing away some of the fear of the day. “A lady never tells, at least that’s what I was taught.” She winked. “But then again, I never claimed to be a lady so, yes it was beyond good; and no, it wasn’t just for one night.” Claire’s eyes were full of questions that Sophie knew she would not ask. Some things had to be told in their own time and Sophie knew Claire was very aware of this. “It is something I have not felt in my life before, from the first moment I met him my heart was his. Sounds funny to say, but it is the truth. You must have known that with Eugene when you first met him. You know the feeling you get deep in your soul when you meet someone who is to be very special in your life. By the way how did your first night living together go?”

“Oh, I know what you mean,” Claire spoke,” but it was a little different for us. Eugene and I took some time before we became serious, it definitely was not love at first sight.” Claire looked as though her thoughts were fighting for freedom. “It went well last night, nothing special really, mostly unpacking and arranging things.” Her voice trailed off to a low whisper. “Can I talk to you about something?”

Yes, Sophie said to herself, this is it. “Sure Claire, that’s what friends are for.” Sophie stopped brushing Lucinda and joined Claire in the corridor. “Do you want to walk a little as we talk?”

Claire began to walk slowly and she began to talk. “Eugene and I had a fight last night. It was really over something stupid but it seemed to be so important to him.” She stopped and looked at Sophie for encouragement. “I was helping him put things away and I found a small book. It caught my eye because of a wonderful picture on the cover of a large black Friesian. So I opened it and it had some very old hand writing in it. That old style of writing, I think its’ called calligraphy. Anyway, it was in a foreign language to me and I asked him about it. He grabbed the book from me and started giving me a lecture about going through his things. It really caught me off guard, I was only helping him put the stuff away and it was just a book.”

“That’s an odd reaction, did he tell you why he was angry?” Sophie wanted her to continue. She was intrigued by this reaction and the book.

“Sort of; he said that even though we were living together his things were still his. I think it’s some sort of reaction because he’s not comfortable with making a commitment to me. At least that is what I think it is. He wants me to leave his personal items alone until he gives me permission. He says he plans on treating my personal items that way so I should respect his wants and do the same for him. It makes a bit of sense but I always thought when two people lived together that everything became ours.” Claire started to walk again; Sophie could see the confusion in her.

“Why do you think he was worried about a book?” Sophie kept her voice even.

“I don’t think it was the book, I think it was more the idea.” Claire was wrong, Sophie thought, it was the book, something within her told her so. Claire continued, “I was really only helping, not snooping. I know better than to go rifling through someone’s stuff, it really threw me off because it wasn’t old love letters or anything.” Claire’s voice began to waiver, the hint of tears in her eyes. “I didn’t’ think Eugene had that in him. Do you think I’ve made a mistake moving in with him so soon?”

Sophie did not know how to respond, from the moment she was told of their plans she knew trouble lay ahead for Claire, but to tell her that would only invite the need to explain her feelings. This she was not prepared to do because she was not really sure of the reasons.

“Claire,” Sophie placed an arm around her friend as they continued to walk, “I don’t know Eugene well enough to speak about his actions, I can only say what I feel.” Sophie chose her next words carefully. “In the past I have known both men and women who would get angry at the littlest things. I remember one man who worked on the farm I grew up on. He was very pleasant to the staff and exceptional with the horses, but one day someone got into the work truck that he used and moved it from one spot to another, about twenty feet away. His truck had to be moved in order to allow a delivery truck access to the storage doors, he was nowhere to be found, another worker got the duplicate keys from the office and moved the truck. Well this man, who was otherwise an excellent employee, went crazy when he saw the truck had been moved. He yelled at everyone within his range. No one did figure out what had caused the reaction but I can tell you he was let go shortly after that.” Sophie paused to let Claire think about the story she had told her. “The point I’m trying to make is that everyone has other sides you don’t always get to see. Maybe Eugene is letting you see his other sides. Everyone has a part of them that is not pleasant. I would not give up on him or start second guessing your decision, but maybe you should be more aware of his behaviors.”

“Maybe.” Claire was still thinking.

“Did he make any motion to hit you, or did you get the feeling he might?”

“Oh no, nothing like that at all. It was strictly a verbal thing.” Claire’s face registered the shock Sophie’s words had triggered. “Oh, Sophie please don’t think of Eugene like that, he really isn’t that kind of man.” Claire was trying hard to convince Sophie that physical violence was beyond Eugene, and Sophie wondered to herself just who Claire was trying to convince. She wanted to believe Claire, but again something told her Claire was also facing some dangers.

“Did you see what he did with the book?” Sophie had to ask, the first chance she got she was going to look at that book.

“He just put it on the shelf, although he did stick it back behind some others. Now that you bring it up it seems a little strange he would do that.”

Sophie quickly answered her. “Not at all, most people will do something like that if they feel they have been trespassed against or something.” Sophie did not want Claire to go back and retrieve the book. This would only increase the threat of danger to her. Besides, Sophie wanted it to stay on the bookshelf where she could have a chance to get at it. “I’m sure it will all work for you, just some adjustment time for the both of you. But if things don’t get better you know I’m here to talk to whenever you need me,” Sophie added.

“Thank you, I feel better just having spoken with you. I know it will be better once we get used to each others little quirks.” Claire gave Sophie a brief hug. “Why don’t you and Etienne come over to our place for supper this weekend? Maybe Friday, we can have some food and maybe play a little cards.”

“Sounds good, and I know Etienne will be pleased to get the opportunity to get to know you two better. Thank you for the invitation.” Sophie was pleased, not only did she find out what caused the fight she had managed an invitation to their home. She would have to wait the few days to try and get a look at that book.

“Oh goodness, I almost forgot, Shane’s daily schedule has fieldwork listed twice, once this morning and again this afternoon. I thought maybe you might have made a mistake when you wrote it out.” Claire was back to normal and thinking of her work.

“No mistake, I want you to work Shane on the rope this morning and then again this afternoon. I noticed he does not have the even pace we are looking for yet. I do not want to take to much time in correcting this; a little extra work will help. I wrote that all down on the sheet didn’t I?” Sophie was slightly confused, her directions to the staff were usually very clearly written and she had the habit of adding an explanation when things were out of the normal routine.

“I didn’t see anything extra written down, that’s why I thought I’d better ask. Usually you are so thorough with your directions.”

“Hmm... maybe I was thinking about something else when I wrote it out. Go ahead and do the double workout, my mind must have been on something else when I did Shane’s. Sorry about the confusion, but I’m glad you asked me about it.” Sophie gave her a big smile. “I really enjoy working with you Claire and you’re good at what you do.” Claire smiled and again gave Sophie a brief hug, then she swung on her toe and headed back to Shane and her work.

Sophie was pleased with the conversation with Claire, but her mind was still on the colt. Etienne had still not returned and Sophie found it hard to concentrate on her job. She managed to continue her routine, but only with half a heart. She wanted desperately to help the colt and working was not taking her mind off it. Finally, she gave up and decided to go and speak with Lou in the office. She had been meaning to do that for some time and now was as good a time as any.

As she entered the main house she was again drawn to the statue in the middle of the main room. Her eyes traveled the outline of the majestic stallion and her tears misted slightly. She would have to control herself better, she reminded herself. If anyone were to notice her emotion looking at the statue they would probably think her crazy. Everyone on the ranch felt something for the breed; well almost, everyone she thought, but how many get misty about a statue? She pulled herself together and continued down the hall to the employee office. Lou was sitting behind her desk working diligently on something.

“Hey stranger,” Sophie said with friendliness.

“Hi, Sophie, how are you doing? Is everything all right, do you need something?” Lou asked.

“No, just thought I would drop by and see how you were doing. Maybe suggest we get together for lunch tomorrow or something.”

Lou’s eyes widened slightly and her jaw slackened. “Lunch?”

“Yes, if you are not too busy.” Sophie was surprised by her reaction. Lou seemed shocked that Sophie had extended the invitation to her.

“Well, I don’t have any plans.” She paused. “Sure, why not, I’d love to have lunch with you tomorrow. Any special time good for you?”

“How about we meet outside the front door here at one o’clock?” Sophie was genuinely pleased she had accepted. She was looking forward to including Lou as a friend.

“It sounds like a plan.” Lou smiled. Sophie and Lou continued to chat for a few minutes longer. Lou returned to her work as Sophie left, there was a smile on her face.

Sophie had not seen Etienne on her walk over to the house; she hurried to return to the stables not wanting to miss his return. Lunch was only an hour away. As she walked along the roadway back to the stables, she heard her father’s whispered voice on the wind. Sophie froze; she knew her father was nowhere near her and she had never heard his voice in this manner except when she was at home. Flashes of the stampede crossed her mind, the last time she had heard it. “Father,” she said aloud. Again her name was whispered but she could see no danger around her, felt nothing coming towards. Sophie knew her father was calling to her, but she could not gleam more from it. Instead of the barn, she headed straight to her quarters and the phone. If Etienne returned before she got back, he would know to wait for her or just meet her at lunch as they had previously arranged, right now she had to call home. Sophie broke into a run.

She had her key ready to go into the front door; she moved swiftly, not wanting to waste any time. She placed the key in the lock and before she could turn it, the door opened. Startled, Sophie stepped back a pace, she was very surprised to see Ken standing in her doorway. He looked surprised himself. “Sophie,” he said.

“What the hell are you doing in my home?” Sophie spoke before her mind began to give her reasons.

“Sophie. I tried to find you earlier but no luck, there was a minor plumbing problem reported and I was just checking your kitchen sink.” Ken did not look Sophie in the eye as he spoke. “The person next door clogged their sink this morning and we were afraid there would be some pipe overflow into the adjoining quarters. The plumber is over there working now, I was just helping him out.” His voice was calm but his eyes darted about. “I checked the stables for you and the exercise yard, but you weren’t there, normally we would have waited, but I didn’t want to take the chance that the overflow was making it to the kitchen floor.”

“You should have waited; I don’t appreciate you entering my place without me here. You have keys for everyone’s place?” Sophie had not thought of this.

“We keep a copy in the office in case of emergencies, like this one.” Ken was obviously not concerned with Sophie’s reaction; she could hear the insincerity in his voice. “If we had waited and there was a problem you could be looking at waiting for a whole new kitchen floor to be put in.” Sophie was not impressed. It struck her that had he been looking for her he would have passed her on the road between the stables and the main house or at least seen her. She was convinced he was lying. She looked behind her towards the road, there was a plumbers truck there, she had walked right past it in her hurry. That fact did not change her mind.

“If this ever comes up again, I want you to wait until you find me. I was under the impression this was my personal living space.” She tried to bite her tongue but the feeling of violation was too strong. “If something happens that causes damage, increased by my absence, then I’ll cover the costs for repairs. But I want it clear I don’t in any way, shape or form, approve of you or anyone, entering my home without my knowledge.”

Ken smiled, not a friendly smile, again more a smirk. “Sure, sorry.” He stepped past her and headed back next door. Sophie stood there and fumed, then she went inside. Everything seemed to be in order, nothing moved or missing. She quickly walked through each room scanning as she moved. Her father was still protecting her, she realized. Even so far away his voice had warned her of danger, if he had not called to her she would not have found Ken in her home. She wondered about that, she knew her mother had gifts but no one had ever mentioned her father. The whispered voice had just always been part of her life and she did not question it. Now she did. Sophie needed to get back to the stables to meet Etienne if he had returned. She moved to the desk and wrote herself a note. Call home – more details. There was more than enough to think about right now, she would address this at a more passive time, for now she was just thankful to have her father in her life.

Sophie took one last look around her quarters to assure herself nothing had been moved. Satisfied, for the time being, she headed back to the stables. Etienne was not there. Lunchtime had come and she headed over to meet him there, she hoped. 

Goliath's Charms continued

Home