The Mysterious Person

Today at school this new kid came in. When Mrs. Davidson asked him where he came from and where he lives now, he said that he moved from an old shack in Utah to the ranch down the street. This seemed weird because only my horse riding teacher lives there. Well it’s Friday, I have a weekend to solve this mystery. I just told Chris, my friend about this. He said he’ll join me tomorrow at 7:30a.m. I am making checklist. Ok I’m done making my checklist. So now I am sneaking out of my house to fetch Chris’s and my horse. Well I am at the corral. I am trying to get as quiet as can be with horses. Whew, I made it. Trust me it’s hard to find a place for horses in a house, so I‘m tying them to trees in my back yard. I guess it’s pretty late. I am going to get some sleep now. Rise and shine every body it’s early morning. Well not really, it’s 7:30am! Chris is probably here. Gosh, how much time does it take to put one boot on. I am taking my saddle, rope, hat, and if I can, my uncle’s Six gun. I didn’t get the gun though. Whatever I got all the others. When I got out side and met Chris, I guess he was ready too with all his supplies. We immediately saddled up our horses and rode of to t ranch house. Chris knocked on the door but know one was there. We could see some shadows and heard some foot steps. A red truck turned into the driveway. Chris and I rode into the woods where we could see the ranch, but people can’t see us. The person is not the horse riding teacher, the police, any of the wranglers, or the new kid. I am going up and asking this mysterious person what his name is, where the horse riding teacher is, and if he moved from Utah. All he is saying is “That teacher is gone, yes I have moved from Utah, and get out of my private property!” he’s getting back in his truck; he’s going to chase me. I am getting my horse and riding away. What the heck he’s shooting at me! BANG BANG BANG, he barely missed my horse’s leg. I am riding back home with Chris. We both have a feeling that the guy who drove with red truck murdered the horse riding teacher. I guess we are done solving the mystery today. Maybe not yet because it’s just 11:30 a.m. This mystery maybe contains some dangerous people, so next time I will be sure to take my uncle’s gun or pocket knife. It’s Sunday. During the night I herd some bullets. This is making the mystery scarier. When I went to Chris’s house he said that he quit. So I am riding to the ranch by myself with the gun. This time I am going inside and you’ll never guess what I am looking at. My riding teacher is putting on make up to look like that man. I saw the gun . It wasn’t a real gun. It was a Nerf foam bullet gun. Now I am looking at the new kid. I am asking my teacher why she did this. She said that we have been missing all the classes. The new kid was her son. He had been living in an old shack with his grandma. Well now the mystery is solved.