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    Brock and Becca: Saddle Up In Saskatchewan
    Brock and Becca: Saddle Up In Saskatchewan
    Brock and Becca: Saddle Up In Saskatchewan
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    Brock and Becca: Saddle Up In Saskatchewan

    By Lois W. Marlatt

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    Brock and Becca and their parents spend a week at a working cattle ranch in Southern Saskatchewan. The most exciting event for the two children was the first time they rode on a full-grown horse. Now ponies will no longer do. It was exciting for Mother as well because she had never been on a horse that hadn’t thrown her off. Because this was a "working" cattle ranch Brock and Becca were involved in many activities during the week which kept them busy, and Brock became convinced that he wanted to be a cowboy when he grew up.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherBooks for Pleasure
    Release dateOct 1, 2014
    ISBN9781553490944
    Brock and Becca: Saddle Up In Saskatchewan

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      Brock and Becca - Lois W. Marlatt

      BROCK AND BECCA

      SADDLE UP

      IN

      SASKATCHEWAN

      Written by Lois W. Marlatt

      Illustrated by Gil Agis

      Copyright 2006

      All rights reserved

      ISBN 978-1-555349-076-0

      Published by Books for Pleasure at Smashwords

      CHAPTER 1

      Mom and I were in the kitchen. She was getting supper, and I was sitting at the table working on a puzzle. Dad came in.

      I’m home, he said, and we knew that. He looked at Mom. I have to talk to you.

      Why don’t you go out to play, Brock? Don’t go far. Supper is almost ready.

      Okay. Mom wanted to get rid of me. I walked to the front door, opened it, shut it from the inside, and then sneaked back to the doorway of the kitchen.

      Look what I have here, Dad said.

      I peeked in. Mom was looking at a piece of paper in Dad’s hand.

      It’s not every day we get invited to a convention in Edmonton, and we have never been there. Won’t it be great? Dad sounded excited.

      Haven’t you forgotten something? We have two children?

      I didn’t forget the kids, Dad protested. We’ll get a sitter.

      I’m not going to leave my children with a sitter and be that far away from them. They are too young.

      I felt like reminding Mom I was almost nine, but I didn’t. Instead, I sneaked outside and sat on the front steps thinking about what I had just heard. Did I want my Mom and Dad to be away at the same time? That was a tough question.

      Two days later I was working on my puzzle when Dad danced into the kitchen.

      I want to talk to you, he said to Mom, and so I was sent up to my room.

      Naturally, I took up my listening post outside the kitchen door.

      You said you would not leave the children and be that far away from them, Dad reminded her. I have solved your problem. I’ve found a sitter a few hour’s drive away from Edmonton, or just a short hop by plane. Now you have no excuse. We can go.

      A sitter? Who? Mom questioned.

      Remember when Dona and John stayed with us. They said they would take our children anytime. I phoned them today, and asked them if they would look after our Brock and Becca for the three days we are at the convention. They said they would love to. What do you think of that? Aren’t I just the greatest little problem solver?

      I decided it was time to disappear.

      Once I was in my room, I tried to recall all I could about Dona and John. I remembered they were about my grandparents’ age and had a talking parrot named Pauli that would sometimes bite you, but not hard.

      Mom and Dad were quiet at suppertime. I could not ask them about the trip because I wasn’t supposed to know anything about it. I just knew that when my Dad wants to do something, it happens. I made a bet with myself that we would be going.

      Then I realized I did not know when all this was to take place. How could I find out? I thought about it, and then asked, Where are we going on summer vacation this year?

      We should wait to see if you pass, Mom said, but she smiled as she said it.

      What would you like to do on a vacation this year, Brock? Dad asked.

      For a minute I was stumped because no one had ever asked me that before.

      I’d like to go horseback riding, I said.

      Me, too, Becca chimed in.

      Copycat, I said.

      Am not, Becca replied, and then Mom spoke up saying she and Dad would have to talk about it.

      The next night at the supper table Dad had one of his surprises for us. It was so cool. He said he had been on the Internet and had found a working cattle ranch in Saskatchewan that would take our family as guests. They had lots for visitors to do on the ranch, but the thing I liked the best was you could go riding on big horses, everyday.

      I haven’t booked it, Dad said, but it does look interesting. Then he asked, Do you remember Dona and John who visited with us two years ago?

      Yes, I replied. I liked them. They let me hold Pauli, their parrot. I’d like to see them again. I quit there because I did not want my parents to suspect that I had been listening at the door.

      Well, you just might be seeing them in the near future, Dad said, and he smiled.

      Or you might not, Mom added.

      Nothing more was said about summer vacation.

      Then one evening the phone rang, and it was Dona and John. They were each on a phone at their home in Medicine Hat, Alberta. Mom and Dad got on two phones here at our house, and they talked and talked.

      Becca was already in bed, but not asleep, so we had a family conference in her room after the phone call.

      Dad explained that he and Mom had been invited to attend a three-day convention in Edmonton, Alberta. John and Dona had offered to let Becca and me stay at their place, but now they had an even better idea. They would pick us up at the ranch and take us on a six-day trip to Edmonton

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