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Only four hundred dollars to go and I can buy him. Liz Roberts thought to herself as she finished counting the money spread across her desk for the third time. She sighed. It'd been hard to make one hundred dollars and she could imagine how hard it would be to make four hundred in order to buy Gator, the chestnut gelding she'd fallen in love with at Clearwater Stables. He cost one thousand dollars and so far Liz had saved up six hundred.
What about feed, water, farrier, and vet bills?
Liz sighed. Owning a horse would cost a lot of money. She knew her dad wouldn't buy it for her; he didn't like horses as much as she did but at least was allowing her to try and buy one.
Liz scooped the money together and put it back in the jar. She stood up and went into the kitchen. The table was cluttered with a big box and tools scattered all over it. Liz's father was a handyman and had started a business after they'd moved to Driftwood, Illinois. He bought a house that happened to have a three acre pasture and a two stall barn as well.
Liz felt as if her dream of owning a horse was coming true! She was also working at Clearwater Stables in exchange for a riding lesson once a week to refresh her riding skills.
She looked at the time on the kitchen stove. 3:37 P.M. It took her fifteen minutes to bike to the stables so she rushed to get ready in order to be there by four. She hopped on the bike she bought at a garage sale and pedaled down the street.
Liz smiled with she saw the barn roof of Clearwater Stables come into view. She hiked up the uphill driveway and soon was parking her bike against the barn. She walked in and