Kwasi and his twin sister, stepped off the school bus. As thet walked home, Kwasi was deep in thought. Kiah chattered about her day, but Kwasi wasn't listening. He was thinking about how much he wanted to take responsibility for the family's new house. As they neared the training arena at the Rocking A Ranch, kiah nudged Kwasi. "Isn't Spirit beautiful?" Kiah asked. True to his name, the one-year-old Arab Arabian whinnied and reared with his ears laid back and his front hooves pawing the air. Spirit's strong back legs held his nine-seconds. He clearly was unhappy about going through his training exercises. The twins watched as the chestnut-colored hours calmed and started cutting a fine circle around Jarod, the Rocking A's horse trainer. With his head up, nose forward, and golden tail streaming behind, Spirit made wide rings. He trotted easily at the end of the thirty-foot strap that connected to Jarod's hand. Directing his pupil, jarod used vocal commands to signal the horse's next move. "Walk," he said just loud enough for spirit to hear him. Spirit's gait slowed. Halt jarod said shifting the strap from one hand to the other. Rever, jarod, tugging on the strap. Spirit cocked one ear forward and one back. He hesitated, paused for a moment, and stomped a hoof on the ground. Reverse, jarod repeated in a louder voice. Spirit walked backward a few steps. When the training session ended, jarod stroked the horse's neck. Then he released spirit into a nearby pasture. He strolled over to take to the twins. Do you think you're ready to take charge? Jarod asked kwasi. I think si, kwasi said with some hesitation. Let's get together after you finish your chores. You can tell me everything you know about caring for horses. We'll see if you are up to the challenge. When the twin