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?”
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.”
“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.”
When 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?”
Arthur 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.”
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.