Arthur’s Allegation – (The Interview, part 5)

Arthur’s Allegation – (The Interview, part 5)

“Please tell me he’s lying.” Colton sobbed.

Colton crying

Arthur, angry faceClara and ColtonArthur’s face contorted with anger, but Clara didn’t flinch. She kept her hand on Colton’s shoulder and continued glaring at Arthur as she repeated what she had said to Colton. “Arthur is not lying, Colton, but he is mistaken. Blue did not kill anyone.”

“Are you sure, Clara?” Tears streamed down the boy’s face.

“I am positive.” Clara’s voice was firm.

Arthur scoffed. “You cannot possibly know what happened. I tell you, that animal is a killer!” He turned to the boy’s mother. “You must believe me! You don’t want that beast anywhere near your son!”

Arthur and AnnaAnna moved forward and stared at Arthur, her eyes narrowed and her mouth in a tight line. When she spoke, it was through clenched teeth. “You’re upsetting my son again! Let Clara tell us what she knows.”

Arthur shook his head defiantly. “Whatever she has to say, she is wrong. She cannot possibly know what happened.”

“I assure you I know exactly what happened,” Clara stated calmly.Colton crying

“Tell us, Clara. Prove to that man that Blue isn’t a killer!” Colton’s face was streaked with tears, and his voice cracked with emotion. Anna embraced her son as Clara moved to stand toe to toe with Arthur.

I stepped between them, frowning. “I have a better idea. Let’s hear what Arthur has to say first. Then Clara, you can explain how he is mistaken.”

“I am not mistaken!” Arthur glared at us, and his voice was close to a growl.

I refused to be intimidated. “Okay, then tell us . . . calmly . . . what happened. Why do you insist Blue killed your nephew?”

Beet red and narrow-eyed, Arthur started yelling. I held up a hand. “I said calmly.”

Didi taping ArthurIt took the man a few minutes to get regain his self-control. Finally, he shuddered, went back to the couch and flopped down, shoulders slumped and eyes averted. Slowly, he began. I saw Didi move closer with her tape recorder.

“My nephew had been diagnosed in infancy with Cerebral Palsy. It was not a severe case, but my nephew appeared to worsen as he reached school-age, even though CP is not a progressive disease.”

Art - leader - multi-genre (1)Arthur paused, sitting there, wringing his hands and clenching his teeth.Me

As Arthur’s silence stretched to many, long minutes, I spoke. “I’m so sorry.” As much as I disliked the man, I couldn’t help but feel real compassion for his pain.

He looked up, a confused look on his face, as if he had forgotten where he was. He scowled at me. When he continued, his voice was raw with emotion. “One of Andrew’s doctors suggested that equine therapy might help. I told my brother I thought the idea was insane, but he ignored my concerns.”

Andrew and BlueArthur jumped up and started pacing. “Andrew started attending therapy sessions at a facility where he was eventually paired up with one particular pony. The therapists told my brother they felt that Andrew and the pony had bonded well, and that the boy would make more progress if he consistently worked with just one animal. My brother instantly offered to purchase the pony, and the facility agreed. I think it was just a ploy to get all the money they could from my brother. That animal cost a king’s ransom.”

I nodded. “Trained therapy horses are very expensive. That, and the fact that not everyone has their own stable, is why most people who need equine therapy don’t purchase their own horses. They go to a facility that offers equine therapy on horses owned by the facility. That way, too, a trained therapist is always there to work with the client.”

Arthur shrugged. “My brother had a number of horses boarded at a large stable. The stable had several empty stalls, and my brother saw no problem with boarding the pony there, too. He bought the pony and hired a licensed therapist, well trained and experienced in equine therapy, to work with Andrew and the animal.”

“So, what happened?” I furrowed my brow as I studied Arthur for any signs of deception.

Andrew and Blue 2Arthur sighed and took a few moments to collect his thoughts. “Things went well for a while. Andrew adored the animal and actually seemed to be benefiting from his therapeutic riding.” Arthur paused, frowning. “After his therapy session one day, Andrew was supposed to sit in the clubhouse and wait for his father and me. We were riding two of my brother’s horses on the trails. But as Andrew had gotten older, he wanted to do more and more for himself.Andrew The way the police and medical examiner pieced it all together, Andrew managed somehow to get from the clubhouse to the barn all on his own. It was only about a hundred feet away, but that was a huge distance for Andrew with his forearm crutches. The police theorize Andrew entered the pony’s stall and attempted to place a halter and lead on the beast. The pony trampled Andrew, and the boy died of head injuries.” Arthur clenched his fists and his face was full of hate. “I was the one who found Andrew in the stall. That beast was standing over my nephew with Andrew’s blood on his coat and hooves.”

We all gasped.

“How awful for you!” Didi murmured, as she checked to make sure her tape recorder was still running.

Arthur, angry faceArthur’s face contorted with hatred again. “I told my brother to have the animal destroyed, but he wouldn’t listen. I was going to take matters into my own hands, but the stable owner found out. He stopped me and contacted my brother. Later that same week, my brother took the beast to an auction and sold it, without telling me. It has been ten years since Andrew was killed. It has taken me all this time to track down the animal. It must be destroyed before it can harm anyone else.”

“Nooooooo!” Colton wailed.

Colton Noooooo

 

 

Is Blue a killer? Will Arthur find a way to carry out his threat to destroy the animal? Or can Clara convince him of the pony’s innocence? Be sure to come back next week for the conclusion of this adventure. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

Could it be True?

Could it be True?

Colton continued to glare in the direction of Arthur’s voice. He repeated his question, his voice cracking with emotion. “What do you know about Blue, and why does your presence upset him so much?”

Colton confronts Arthur

My companions and I watched as Arthur glared back at the blind boy for many minutes. After a long, uncomfortable silence, Arthur sneered. “I know, boy, that pony of yours is totally unsuitable for you or any handicapped rider. He is a danger, a menace, and should be destroyed.”Colton angry

What?” Colton yelped. “Blue’s not dangerous! I’ll never let you destroy him!”

Didi quickly turned on her tape recorder as Anna, Clara, Dray, and I rushed to stand between Colton and Arthur. “Don’t worry, son.” Anna spoke to the boy but glared at Arthur. “No one will harm Blue.”

Arthur and AnnaWhen Arthur snorted, Anna went into full mama bear mode and unleashed her fury on him, standing nose to nose with the man. Her face was bright red and she was almost snarling. “How dare you upset my son and threaten his pony?”

John, Casey, and Old BlueColton and Peaches 2Arthur stepped back but refused to cower before Anna as she continued. “We’ve seen no evidence the pony is dangerous. The man who sold him to us provided glowing accounts of Blue’s gentleness, and the pony’s devotion to the man’s wheelchair-bound daughter. When we acquired Blue, he had recently lost his young mistress. Likewise, Colton had recently lost his beloved pony. Once the two of them worked through their respective grief, they worked well together. You seem to be the only one who considers the pony dangerous and it’s only been when you’re around that Blue has been anything less than the perfect therapy horse.”

“You don’t know what you’re talking about.” Arthur’s eyes mirrored Anna’s anger. “Listen to me! You don’t want that animal around your boy. That pony will hurt Colton! It is only a matter of time.”

Anna scoffed. “On what are you basing your accusations?”

Arthur’s hands curled into fists and his eyes and voice grew hard. “That pony killed my nephew.”

What? You’re lying!” Colton was near tears. “Mom? Please tell me he’s lying.”

Anna couldn’t answer her son. All she could do was gape at Arthur in disbelief.

Clara gently placed her hand on the boy’s shoulder. She glared at Arthur as she spoke to the boy. “Arthur is not lying, Colton, but he is mistaken. Blue did not kill anyone.”Clara and Colton

Is Blue a killer? Why does Cleric, aka Clara, believe that Arthur is mistaken? Be sure to come back next week for more of this mystery. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

Arthur Hijacks the Interview

Arthur Hijacks the Interview

angry scream of a ponyRunning to barn

The angry scream of a pony spurred us on as we raced toward the barn. Running inside, Dray, Didi, and I skidded to a halt several feet behind Anna and Arthur.

Clara was in a stall at the back of the barn, trying to calm Blue, who was stomping, kicking, and baring his teeth. Blue’s young, blind master, Colton, was in the aisle, facing in the general direction of his mom and Arthur.

In the barn

DidiArt - leader - multi-genre (2)“But why, mom? I don’t understand! I thought Didi was writing about me and Blue.” Colton’s forehead was furrowed, and his hands were clenched. “Blue doesn’t like Arthur, and I don’t, either. I don’t trust that man.”

“Don’t talk back to your mother.” Arthur narrowed his eyes. “She said I am going to write the article, and that’s that. Now, come inside so I can interview you and your mother.”

“No.” Colton stayed where he was, face red and arms folded across his chest. “You need to leave. You’re upsetting Blue.”

“Colton!” Anna gaped at her son. “Don’t be rude! Now come in the house so Arthur can interview us.”

Colton shook his head and didn’t budge. “I won’t, mom!”

 

ElfClara slipped out of the stall, latching it behind her to keep Blue contained. “It is all right, Colton. We shall all go in.” Although Clara spoke to Colton, she raised an eyebrow in the direction of Dray and me and gave us a slight nod.

Arthur objected. “You’re not wanted or needed here. Anna, the boy, and I will go . . .”

Elf cleric close-up“We must insist, Arthur. We will accompany you into the house and observe the interview.” Dray gave Arthur a withering look.Anna angry with Dray

“Now wait just a minute!” Anna turned and glared at Dray. “How dare you invite yourself into my home?”

“Anna, trust us.” I started to move toward her, but Arthur blocked my way.

Colton spoke up. “Mom, I won’t go in and talk to Arthur unless our friends go with us.”

Anna looked confused. Arthur took her hands in his and started speaking in his most beguiling voice. “Anna. They don’t need to be here. You know I’m right, Anna. Tell them to leave. Tell your son to come with us.”Arthur trying to cajole Anna

Anna stared at Arthur for several long minutes before responding. When she did, her voice was calm. “Of course, Arthur. Marge, you and your friends need to leave. Colton, come with me.”

Colton stood his ground. “No, mom. I’m sorry, but I will not go without our friends.”

Finally, seeing no way around it, Arthur threw his hand up in disgust. “All right, then. They can stay. Let’s just get this done.”

Arthur interviewingOnce everyone was settled in the living room, Arthur began. He covered much of the same information Didi had during her interview of Colton and Anna – Colton’s previous pony, how Colton and Anna had acquired Blue, how the pony had performed on the previous day’s trail ride. https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/10/27/the-interview/

During the interview, Colton was polite, my companions and I remained quiet, and Anna seemed mollified about our presence. But then, the interview took a curious turn.

“When you discovered the pony you call Blue had been trained as a therapy horse, didn’t you think it peculiar he was so sour and unresponsive?”

John, Casey, and Old BlueColton and Peaches 2Arthur had addressed the question to Anna, but Colton cut her off as he jumped to his pony’s defense. “Blue had just lost his owner. He was in mourning. Of course, he was sour and unresponsive.” The boy’s voice was strained, and his face was red. “I had just lost my first pony, Peaches, and I was just as bad. It took us time to get over our respective losses and begin to work together.” https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/05/19/a-good-deal-or-crazy/
https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/05/26/an-anxious-day/

Arthur scoffed. “The way the animal acted yesterday and again today – balking, spooking, and running off with you – you have to admit he is not a good animal for someone with a disability.”

Again Arthur had addressed the comment to Anna, but again it was Colton who responded. “If you will remember, sir, it was your presence that caused Blue’s behavior. After you left yesterday, he was the model of a perfect therapy horse on the trail.” https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/10/06/heading-for-the-trail-ride/
https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/10/13/a-surprising-situation/
https://margecutter.wordpress.com/2019/10/20/will-arthur-be-a-problem/

“That’s true.” Anna looked confused.

Arthur trying to cajole AnnaArthur immediately jumped up, pulled Anna from her seat, and took her hands in his. “Anna. You know I had nothing to do with the pony’s behavior, Anna. He is just not a suitable animal.”

Before Anna could respond, Clara walked over to her and pulled Anna away from Arthur. “Do not listen to this man, Anna. He is a mesmerist.”

“What?” Arthur scoffed, although he turned beet red. “Don’t be ridiculous.”

Dray confronts Arthur“So that is why you cannot influence Colton. He is blind, and a mesmerist must be able to maintain eye contact with his subject.” Dray narrowed her eyes.

Anna looked confused. “I don’t understand what’s going on here.”

Clara raised an eyebrow at me questioningly, and I nodded. She turned to face Arthur. “Would you care to explain your purpose here, Arthur, or shall I?”

Arthur all but snarled as he answered her. “I don’t know what you think you know, but my only purpose here is to get a story.”

Clara confronts Arthur“I think not.” Clara stood her ground as Arthur glared daggers at her. “You are here because of a past connection with Blue.”

Arthur’s eyes flew wide and he looked as if Clara had slapped him. He gaped at her for many long minutes, his labored breath coming in jagged gulps. Finally, he calmed himself, and reached for Clara’s hands. “You don’t know what you’re talking about, my dear.” He gave her an ingratiating smile.

Blue with ears pinned backClara snatched her hands away from Arthur. “Oh, but I do, sir. And you will find that in addition to Colton, your hypnotic abilities will work neither on me nor on Dray. So, why not explain your true reason for being here. You may start with Colton’s pony, the one you referred to as the pony you call Blue. If you have no previous connection to the animal, how did you know he used to go by a different name?”

Arthur squirms and stammersI snickered at the sight of Arthur squirming and stammering. I had suspected, when my cleric, Clara, had raised her eyebrow and nodded at me in the barn, she had learned something from Blue.

“Well, Arthur? I’d like to hear an explanation.” Anna frowned at him.

“So would I!” Colton glared in the direction of Arthur’s voice. “What do you know about Blue, and why does your presence upset him so much?”

Colton confronts Arthur

Yes, why does Arthur’s presence upset Blue so much? And what is his real motive for wanting to write this story? Be sure to come back again next week and see if we can get to the bottom of this little mystery. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.

The Interview, Part Two

The Interview, Part Two

Colton getting Blue from paddock

Colton was wearing an ear-to-ear grin as he maneuvered confidently across the yard, opened the gate to the paddock, and snapped a lead onto Blue’s halter. “That’s a good boy, Blue. You and I are going to have our picture taken.”

Blue pricked his ears forward, listening to his young master. He bobbed his head up and down and allowed Colton to lead him from the paddock. He waited patiently as the boy turned and closed the gate behind them.Colton leading Blue

Colton started to lead the pony toward us, the two of them easily avoiding some bales of hay and several other obstacles. The boy patted the pony’s neck, and Blue rubbed his face on Colton’s shoulder, nickering softly.

Didi taking picturesI stood with Colton’s mother, Anna, and my companions, Dray and Clara (the alter egos of two of my characters, Dragon and Cleric). We all swelled with pride as we watched Colton, sightless since birth, and his pony, Blue, work faultlessly as a team. The reporter, Didi, snapped photos to go with her human-interest story on the blind boy and his therapy horse.

Suddenly, Blue stopped dead, feet planted firmly. Colton came to an abrupt halt when he reached the end of the lead that attached him to the pony.

AnnaDeja vu“Oh, not again!” Anna started sprinting across the yard as Blue pinned his ears back. The pony turned and trotted across the yard and into the barn, practically dragging Colton along with him.

“What happened?” Didi’s eyebrows shot up as she turned to us.

Where Arthur had lurked before“I’m not sure, but I think we may have uninvited company again.” I motioned to Clara. “You go with Anna and Colton. See if you might help calm the pony.” I gestured to Dray and Didi and led them to the area where Arthur had been found lurking the previous day.

A quick examination of the bushes and surrounding area turned up nothing. I frowned. “I was fairly certain we’d find something here . . . or, rather, someone.”

“You mean Arthur?” Didi raised an eyebrow.Arthur in a tree

I nodded. The three of us continued to look around but found nothing. Suddenly, Dray stopped and looked up, scanning the trees. She pointed to a nearby red elm and turned her head toward me. “Do you see something strange in that tree?”

I nodded. “A rather large nut, if I’m not mistaken.”

Didi giggled, then quickly raised her camera and documented Arthur’s extremely graceless descent. He managed to rip his coat in several places and skin his knuckles. As he dropped to the ground, he glared at Didi. “Put that camera away!”

“Arthur, aren’t you a bit old to be climbing trees?” I folded my arms over my chest and narrowed my eyes. “Just what were you doing up there, anyway?”What are you doing here again

Arthur scowled. He sucked on his raw knuckles, then examined his ripped coat before answering. “I have not abandoned the idea of writing this article. I am quite certain you and Didi will fail miserably at interviewing the boy and his mother and will embarrass yourselves no end. Then perhaps the boy’s mother will allow me to handle this story. I have not only the talent to write it, but also the contacts to place it in a prestigious publication, not merely a local rag.”

I raised an eyebrow. “I thought you said there was no story here.”

Arthur shrugged. “I may have been premature in my assessment. I’ve decided to continue researching.”

Me and ArthurI frowned. “Care to explain why you were conducting your research from the branches of a tree?”

Arthur gave me a look of pure innocence. “I did not want to spook the boy’s pony again. I thought by placing myself above its eye level, I would remain unnoticed.” He snickered. “But I can see that was not the case. Once again, the pony has proven it is not the astounding super-star of the therapy horse world it is reputed to be.”

I shook my head. “If anything, Blue has proven he can recognize danger wherever it lurks and protect Colton from it. Now, I suggest you leave before Anna comes out here and finds you trespassing again. She may call the police this time.”

“I’ll take my chances.” Arthur gave us a smug smile.

Arthur and DrayDray studied Arthur intently. “Why is it so important to you to write this article?”

Arthur looked down his nose and gave her the same look one would give something found stuck to the bottom of one’s shoe. “What business is that of yours?”

Dray narrowed her eyes and glared at Arthur.

I cleared my throat. “Answer her, Arthur.”

Arthur assumed another innocent look. “All right. Who said it is important to me?”

Dray snorted. “Well, you are putting far too much effort into it for it not to be important to you.” She gave him another intent look. “And I really think there is more to it than just wanting Didi and Missy to look bad.”

“Missy?” Arthur furrowed his brow and tilted his head.

“That’s what some of my friends call me.” I waved off further questions. “But let’s stay on topic. I agree with Dray. I think there is more to this.”

“Think what you want.” Arthur’s expression turned hard. “But know this – if I determine there is a good story here, I will be the one to write it, or no one will.”

Dray confronts Arthur“Again I ask – why is it so important to you to write this article?” Dray walked toward Arthur. “And I would suggest being forthcoming in your answer. I will know if you are lying.” Even in her guise of a beautiful and delicate elf maiden, there was something feral, something dragon-like, in Dray’s expression. It did not go unnoticed by Arthur, who gulped and tugged at his collar.

Before he was able to answer, Anna stormed out of the barn and over to where we were standing. She stood practically toe-to-toe with Arthur “Are you trying to cause my son serious injury?”

Anna looked as if she would strike the man, so I stepped between them and placed a hand on her shoulder. “Is Colton okay?”

Arthur and AnnaShe nodded. “No thanks to that man, though.” She pushed me aside and resumed yelling at Arthur. “What were you thinking? You saw yesterday what your presence here did. Why are you here again? Are you purposely trying to upset my son’s therapy horse?”

Arthur sneered. “Some therapy horse! I thought animals trained to work with the blind are supposed to be rock-steady and not spook from anything.”

I laughed. “You know, for someone who wants so badly to write a story on Blue and Colton, you sure aren’t showing the pony much respect.”

“Write a . . .?” Anna gaped at Arthur. “I thought I made it clear someone else is writing the story about my son and his pony.”

Arthur glared at us. “This article is rightfully mine. These two hacks stole my notes. They’re not only untalented, they’re also unethical. They have no business writing this story.”Dray and Arthur

Dray narrowed her eyes, and when she spoke her voice was almost a feral growl. “I do not appreciate you casting aspersions upon my friend. Now, one last time I ask you – why is it so important to you to write this article?”

Arthur ignored Dray and focused all his attention on Colton’s mother, grasping her arms. “Anna.” His addressed her in his smarmiest voice. “Anna, you know I’m right. You know I should be the one to write this story.”Arthur speaks to Anna

Anna stared at Arthur. Several emotions flickered across her face – anger, fear, confusion, and finally a calm acceptance. “Of course, Arthur. You will write this story. Come, you need to interview Colton.”

Didi, Dray, and I gaped at the departing figures as Anna led a smug Arthur toward the barn.

“What just happened?” I scratched my head.

 

Running to barnangry scream of a pony“I am not sure, but I think we need to follow them. Clara is still in the barn.” Dray took off after Anna and Arthur at a dead run. I grabbed Didi’s hand and followed. Halfway across the yard, we heard the angry scream of a pony.

 

 

What is happening? Why did Anna suddenly agree to Arthur writing the article? And what has Blue so upset? Be sure to come back next week and find out. We’ll leave the porch light on for you.