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Informationen zum Autor Carolyn Keene is the author of the ever-popular Nancy Drew books. Klappentext Nancy's attending the Midwest Grand Prix Dressage Championships! where many of the world's best riders and finest horses compete. But more than blue ribbons are at stake when a valuable horse is stolen. Chapter One: A Hot Beginning "Look at that gorgeous horse!" Bess Marvin exclaimed as she looked out the passenger side window of Nancy Drew's Mustang. Nancy slowed the car and glanced at the horse being led along the grassy edge of the gravel drive. It was a sleek chestnut with rippling muscles. As they drove past, the horse pranced sideways. "It is gorgeous," Nancy said. "I'll bet we see a lot of beautiful horses this weekend." Nancy and Bess were at the Illinois Horse Park to attend the week-long Midwest Grand Prix Dressage Championships. They were meeting Bess's friend Lee Anne Suna. It was Friday morning, and Nancy and Bess were going to bunk with Lee Anne for a long weekend. For the past year Lee Anne had been working for and training with former Olympic rider Klaus Schaudt at High Hills Farm. Nancy and Bess had had lunch with Lee Anne a week earlier, and she'd spent the entire time talking about the equestrian sport of dressage. Intrigued, Nancy and Bess had decided to attend the competition, and Lee Anne had insisted they stay at the motel with her. Ned Nickerson, Nancy's boyfriend, was also meeting them at the show. His plan was to spend time with Nancy and Bess before his college semester got too busy. "Too bad George couldn't come," Nancy commented. "I'll bet she's having a great time teaching at the soccer clinic," Bess said as she scanned the showgrounds. She pointed to a large gray building. "There's Barn C. That's where Lee Anne said she'd meet us. All of the horses from High Hills Farm are there." "It's good she told you exactly where we should meet her," Nancy said. "I had no idea the horse park was so big." "And crowded," Bess added as a huge van rumbled by, enveloping the Mustang in a cloud of dust. The parking lot was filled with horse trailers, vans, and pickup trucks. Nancy drove around for a few minutes before she found a spot. After she climbed out of the car, she shaded her eyes from the hot September sun and surveyed the grounds. From the lot, she could see the indoor arena, a cross-country jumping course, and a few barns, which seemed to Nancy to be the size of warehouses. "The riding rings must be on the other side of the barns," Nancy said. Bess gave Nancy a teasing look. "In dressage you ride in an arena," she said with a laugh. "Well, excuse me for being so dense," Nancy shot back, then both girls burst out laughing. Nancy reached inside the car and pulled out her baseball cap. She put it on over her reddish blond hair, pulling it down low to shade her face from the sun. Then she locked the car and joined Bess. "How many horses did High Hills bring for the competition?" Nancy asked as they headed for Barn C. Both girls were prepared for the warm weather, wearing shorts, sneakers, and sunglasses. They'd also packed jeans and sweatshirts for the cooler evenings. "I'm not sure. But the farm must share the barn with other competitors. The building looks big enough to hold fifty horses." "At least," Nancy said after they stepped through the double doors. Before them stretched a long aisle with a concrete floor. Nancy guessed there were about fifty stalls on either side of the aisle -- a hundred in all. As Nancy walked down the aisle, she peered into the stalls. From each one a handsome horse looked back at her. Some were draped with coolers or fly sheets -- lightweight covers to keep the flies off. Others had wraps only on their legs. The stalls were spotless and thickly bedded with straw. Ceiling fans whirled overhead. "Wow," Bess said. "This is like a fancy hotel. I wonder if...
