Chapter 3
“Slow Down Castor.” Andre pulled on the Castor red reins. The black stallion trotted to a standstill in front of a small ranch. Several dry patches of shades of green and yellow surrounded the front of the white ranch. A gate separating the grass from the sand. Cactus posted around.
“Castor looks a little sick.” Azrielle dismounted from her horse. Petting his muzzle. “Now, Now Pollux. I know boy. Its hot.” Pollux cuddle against her face as they walk to the opening of the ranch gate.
“She is. I think something wrong with her, but we can’t afford to call a vet in.”
“Maybe it will past. We can always go back to the Alamo. Take what we need.” The stables was small enough for three horses. Castors plopped over on its side.
“Ah girl, you know you can’t do that. It’s hard to get you up.” Castor labored quietly before closing her eyes.. “I can’t lose you too. Get some rest. He stood up and left the stable as Azrieelle kissed Pollux.
“You dont think…”
“She’s dying. We had them as long as we been alive. Quite remarkable that they are both still here . You know in horse years they are like 40. But as much as Iw ant to, we can’t go back to the Alamo. …its too chaotic there Elle.”
They walked past their chicken coops and their large potato garden . Sitting got the steps of the porch. The sun touched their faces as they fan their clothing.
Azrielle checked the mail and it wa a letter. “Another one, Dre.”
“Man they are persistent.” Dre took the envelope and open it as Azrielle sat next to him. “The Rodeo of Cezine would like to invite you to prepare for your future. Blah Blah Blah.
“I dont’ understand why they keep writing us.”
“Because we are the Payne Twins…”
“Adn we refuse to go to that damn school.”
They both laughed adn let the letter fly across the field. Entering their house. The living room was wide with an old yellow dusty couch two rocking chairs. An old tv set on a coffee table table . The kitchen was small. And all th wall ha pictures of the twins and their mother and father. The smell of beans slowly calling filled the air.
“Uncle Harry seemed different to you? Azrille asked wpalkindown the hallway and stopping in front of a door with hello kitty on it. She leaned against it as her brother leaned again his room door.
“No more than usual, why?”
“I dont’know, he was talking to us like we were being loud. Dont get me wrong I know we both are., but I dont’ know. “
The old man still feel guilty about not getting us to go to Crzine. He took off his shirt and toss it into his room “Everyone want us to go. “
“Maybe…maybe we should start to think about it. I mean a Sandba manage to cross the batwings. What if someone is tracking us. I mean I know you said we’re being followed, but who or what could control two different types of trolls? Dad and mom didnt’ teach us any abilities that could do that.
“Well whoever it is, probably is going to attack us tonight. Two underage orphans in a ranch home in the middle of nowhere. Dad taught me that trick. We’re being flushed. Send the trolls see what they can do.”
Azriell took of her shirt and squeezed the sweat from it. Still wearing a re sport br. She tied her braids framing her face and stopped a little past her shoulders and the back was tied into a ahigh ponytail.
“MY BABIES are home.
“Hey mom.” They both said. As th large woman with her pixie gold and gray hair hugged them into her ample chest. .
“So….want to tell me where too both ewer this afternoon….becaue your school called
