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Sapphire neighed just as Arnaldo clipped a lead rope onto Moon’s halter. “Hush, Sapphire, hush,” Jesse told the mare, quieting her down. It was too late. Arnaldo had seen them.
“What are you doing there?” he called.
“We were on a trail ride and we just got back,” Justin said. “Anyway, it’s our property.”
“Oh, yeah. Sorry,” Arnaldo said, almost as if he thought Justin thought he was superior because it was his property.
“It’s OK.”
“Justin, I’m scared,” Jesse said as the twins put their horses in their stalls.
“What?”
“I’m scared. I don’t like Arnaldo being here and keeping all his secrets. I mean, if he scaled down everything I found, and he didn’t tell us his or his brother’s real name or that he has a sister, what else could he be hiding? I mean, how do we know the article and everything was phony just so he could get something from people?”
“Whoa, whoa, slow down. I don’t think you need to worry about this, OK? Why don’t you go lie down for a little? Being tired must give you a wilder imagination.”
Jesse nodded. “OK.”
When Jesse got to her room she laid down on her bed, wondering if she was exaggerating. She didn’t wonder long, because soon she was asleep.
An alarm was blaring, screaming at the residents of the small house. “Arnaldo, Andres, Tierra, come quickly!” called a middle-aged woman.
“Mamá! Help!” cried a young boy. The woman could not answer him, for fear of being shot by the gun held by her head.
The two men that had broken the window of the house each grabbed one of her arms and dragged her to a black truck. The man with the gun followed, never losing his aim on the woman’s head.
Soon police sirens could be heard fast approaching the house. They were too late for the woman; the robbers had already rounded a corner.
Jesse was moaning in her sleep, tossing and turning, mumbling, “No, please no, it’s not true!”
A young police officer walked up two the young boy and a teenage girl. “Are you two all right?” the officer asked.
“We are, but I haven’t seen my other brother, and they took my mother,” the girl answered, trying to comfort the boy who was now sobbing.
“Do you have a picture of your mother and of your brother?” the officer asked.
“Y-yes, sir, I have a picture of all of us in my pocket, I keep it there all the time.”
“OK, then, let’s get you both somewhere warmer, then I promise we’ll try to find your brother and mother.”
“Yes, sir.” The girl was crying now.
“Jesse! Jesse, wake up! Jesse!” Justin rolled his eyes and pinched her, which always wakes her up. Jesse screamed and sat up, very scared and breathing heavily.
“Jess, it’s OK, it’s just me,” Justin said, trying to calm her down.
Jesse started crying. “Justin, I was wrong! He is telling the truth! Arnaldo is telling the truth!” she said between sobs.
“What?”
“It was a dream. It was almost like I saw exactly what he saw.”
“What are you talking about?”
Jesse explained everything in her dream to him.
“Wow. I can’t believe what that must have been like. Are you sure that’s even true, though?”
“Justin, I know. I’m not sure how, but I do.”