Colt
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If Colt Vittorio had a motto, it would be I Don’t Want To! Colt has spina bifida—a condition that makes the bones in his legs weak and confines him to a wheelchair. When Colt is introduced to horseback riding in a program for disabled kids, he is beyond nervous. He wants nothing to do with these terrifying animals. After all, there’s no chance he’ll ever be able to use his legs anyway. What’s the point?
Once he gets in the saddle astride a horse named Liverwurst, Colt’s whole world changes. With the horse’s powerful, muscular body beneath him, Colt no longer feels small and limited. After all, if he can control this huge, strong animal, he can do anything. And with Liverwurst’s help, Colt’s back and legs start getting stronger. But when his doctor warns that horseback riding is too dangerous and the risks are too great, will Colt’s riding lessons be history?
Nancy Springer
NANCY SPRINGER is the author of the nationally bestselling Enola Holmes novels, including The Case of the Missing Marquess, which was made into the hit Netflix movie, Enola Holmes. She is the author of more than 50 other books for children and adults. She has won many awards, including two Edgar Awards, and has been published in more than thirty countries. She lives in Florida.
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Colt - Nancy Springer
Chapter One
I don’t want to!
Colt complained.
His therapist was patient with him, as usual. Hey, c’mon, big guy, with a name like yours you should love horses.
Mrs. Berry, always nice, always cheery—she drove Colt nuts. He raised his voice to a bombshell whine. I don’t! And you can’t make me. I hate this place. It stinks.
The stable smelled of horses and saddles, sawdust and manure. Strong, warm smells. Colt did not in fact mind them, but he minded being brought to Deep Meadows Farm against his will. He whined, I want to go home. Nobody asked me—
You’re scared,
taunted Neely Brenneman from farther up the stable aisle.
Colt knew quite well by the lizards crawling around in his stomach that it was true he was scared. This fact made him even angrier than Mrs. Berry’s everlasting sweetness. It made him angry because he felt ashamed of his fear, and why should he? He had every right to be scared. So why wouldn’t people let him be scared? He was not a big guy.
He was small for his age, and even if he wasn’t, he felt small, because he was in a wheelchair looking up. When you’re in a wheelchair, with people bending over you and trundling you around like a baby in a stroller, you feel small. And you feel scared, because when you have spina bifida, the bones in your legs are brittle, and if you bang against something you could break them. If you rub open the lump of spinal nerve tissue on your back, you could have to go to the hospital. If you hit the metal-and-plastic tube nestled in your brain, you could have to get operated on. Again.
I am not scared!
he yelled at Neely. Though of course Neely knew he was. Colt felt scared of half the world and Neely knew, because Neely was in a wheelchair too. Neely had been born with a defect of the spine, just like Colt. Neely had a shunt hidden under his scalp too, and a soft plastic tube running down under the skin of his neck to take the excess fluid away from his brain. Neely had a lump on his back like Colt’s. Neely couldn’t use his legs either.
None of this made Colt like Neely any better. Neely was a real boogerhead.
Neely,
reproached Mrs. Berry, we don’t tease. Colt, here we go. Let’s go meet your horse.
Because he could not propel himself on the loose dirt of the stable aisle, she pushed his wheelchair toward the nearest stall. Colt grabbed for his brakes to stop her, but she just reached down and pushed his hands away. If she had to, she’d lift the whole wheelchair with him in it. He couldn’t do a thing about it when Mrs. Berry took charge. Even yelling didn’t help.
He yelled anyway, because Colt hated to give up. No! I don’t want to!
All up and down the stable aisle parents and aides and other grown-ups were pretending not to hear him, but he could see that they looked uncomfortable. Good, he thought. He hollered, I don’t like horses!
Mrs. Berry ignored him. Here’s our first rider, Mrs. Reynolds,
she said brightly to the blue-jeaned woman standing by the stall door. Colt Vittorio.
Mrs. Reynolds nodded and did not bend over him or try to sweet-talk him or ask him if Colt was his real name. She had a no-makeup face and a slim, outdoorsy look, and she met his eyes in a man-to-man way. Okay, he thought. She seemed unaffected by the noise he was still making. Not okay.
Colt,
she said, meet Liverwurst. Liverwurst, this is Colt.
A huge heavy-boned, long-nosed fleshy head swung out over the stall door and nodded in the air somewhere above Colt.
He gasped, trying to lean back and flinch away, though in a wheelchair he could do neither. He gawked, too stunned even to yell anymore. Liverwurst looked like a diseased, no, a mutant fungus crawling out of a horror-movie dark hole of a stall. Liverwurst was all speckles and blotches of liver-brown, yellow, and dirty white. His nose looked like a bad case of sunburn. His eyes reminded Colt of eggs fried too long, with greasy brown whites. And if Liverwurst’s head was so big and ugly, the rest of him (hidden behind the stall door) had to be—
Liverwurst is an Appaloosa,
said the stable woman as if nothing was wrong.
The rest of him had to be monstrous beyond belief. Big heavy shoulders. Great leaping haunches. Huge, hard steel-shod hooves that could smash a kid with a single kick.
Colt,
Mrs. Berry directed, feed him his treat.
Colt looked down to discover that his clammy hands, shaking in his lap, were clutching an apple. He did not remember how or when it had gotten there, but he knew he could blame it on Mrs. Berry.
The horse smelled the apple. Trying to reach it, Liverwurst swung his head low, so low Colt could whiff his hot sour breath and feel it stirring his hair. The horse’s fleshy nose reached to just above Colt’s head.
Hold it up where he can get it, Colt!
Mrs. Berry urged.
Colt honestly couldn’t move. It’s one thing to be a regular person with legs that can take you away if something turns out to be dangerous, and it’s another thing to be trapped in a wheelchair with a gung-ho grown-up at the handles. Colt felt petrified.
Liverwurst nodded eagerly and snorted, flaring his nostrils and spraying Colt with a polka-dot splattering of mud-brown horse snot.
He won’t hurt you,
Mrs. Berry said. All of Mrs. Reynolds’s horses are very gentle.
Ah-ha—so she was saying it was okay to be afraid of some horses! And how did she know which ones? But before Colt could point this out, Mrs. Berry grabbed his hands. This way,
she directed, prying open his clenched fingers and flattening them out so that the apple perched on his palms.
The horse was starting to paw with anxiety to get at the apple. Colt could hear a hoof, maybe about the size of a manhole cover, thudding someplace inside the stall. Crack, crack against the thin wooden wall between him and Colt—like the crack of doom.
Hurry,
said Mrs. Berry. It’s okay.
Those two concepts didn’t seem to go together. Nevertheless, Mrs. Berry guided Colt’s hands up toward Liverwurst’s straining, reaching nose. It’s not okay! Colt wanted to shout, but he couldn’t. His chest had gone tight. He was sweating and panting. He couldn’t talk.
Liverwurst’s mouth gaped open about six inches in front of Colt’s bugging eyes. Humongous rubbery lips pulled back from yellow-stained teeth that were as long as piano keys. In one powerful chomp Liverwurst bit the apple in half right through the core.
Aaaaa!
Colt yelled. Screamed, really.
Liverwurst tossed his huge head (about the size and weight of a medium-small dog) and chewed vigorously. Apple juice and bits of squashed apple pulp frothed out from the corners of his mouth and flew into Colt’s face.
Oh, honestly, Liverwurst,
the stable lady chided the horse.
Colt found his voice. I don’t like it. Make him stop! Get me away from him!
He was almost crying, and furious because he hated to cry when people could see him. It was embarrassing enough that he had screamed. Blast Mrs. Berry for getting him into a situation that made him want to cry.
Eewww!
Colt protested as Liverwurst lowered his slobbering mouth for the rest of the apple. No, I don’t want to! I’m going to throw up!
I don’t blame you,
said Mrs. Reynolds, the stable lady. Liverwurst is being disgusting.
She took what was left of the apple out of Colt’s hands and fed it to the horse, coaxing his big homely head away from Colt. Liverwurst apologizes for forgetting his manners,
she told Colt, and thanks you for the treat.
She was neither smiling nor not smiling. He could not tell if she was making fun of him. Let me get the saddle and bridle on him, and you can ride him.
It was time to start all over again. Would these grown-ups never learn? I don’t want to!
shouted Colt.
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