Chapter 6

“They’ve been offering carriage tours on the Island for a hundred and fifty years or more. Island Tours started about seventy-five years ago. Our family has been involved for four generations,” Mr. Douglas said, smiling proudly as he, too, gazed at the pictures.

“Currently we have around four huindred head of drafts and about a huindred light breed riding horses. Everything on the island except fire and ambulance is done with horses—the tours, a taxi service, shuttle to the hotels, luggage delivery, garbage pick-up, deliveries, everything.”

“Kip told me. That’s really impressive. What are the light horses used for?” Neil asked.

“We have a trail ride service so tourists can explore the island on horseback and…”

Just then the door opened and Margie came in carrying the coffee. She was closely followed by a mountain of a man who was carrying a coat, knit hat, and gloves. Neil felt his stomach lurch and his heart skip a beat.