The Horse Thief

The name was becoming too familiar around the island—too familiar for comfort. Whispers about the elusive thief stirred unease at every stable, but none more than at Bright Fields. The thief had struck again. This time, the loss cut deeper than ever.

Firefly was gone.

The prized horse belonging to Mia MacDonald—the island’s biggest spender and Bright Fields’ resident snob—had vanished without a trace.

Mia was heartbroken. Firefly wasn’t just her champion; she was her companion, her pride, her golden girl. She sat on a hay bale in the quiet corner of the stable, Firefly’s bridle clutched tightly in her hands. Her usually cold, calculating expression had crumbled, replaced by tear-filled eyes and trembling lips.

She didn’t care what people said. Right now, all she could think about were the years of training, the trophies lined up in her room, and the irreplaceable bond she’d shared with the beautiful mare.

Somewhere out there, Firefly was alone. And Mia had never felt so powerless.