More than a Place to Live

Jan was troubled. Here she was at the rainbow's end, so to speak, and she wasn't happy.

She perched rather glumly on the top rail of the big corral, watching one of the trainers take a big gray hunter over the crossbars. Everything she had longed for was hers, and yet she was overwhelmed by this sense of loneliness, emptiness.

Jan was seventeen, nearly eighteen, and had just landed her first job on a hunter-jumper farm, working as a groom and horse trainer. The trouble was that her job had taken her two hundred miles from home and all that was familiar to her.

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